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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsNeighbor's yard party went from 11PM to 6AM. Karaoke mic brings out Teh Stupid in people!1
The signs were there when I left in the afternoon: vehicle was moved out of the carport back into the back yard, table set up in the carport. I imagined the party might be over soon after midnight. Wrong. It didn't even start until 11. O.K., I thought, give it an hour or two, wrong. I got some sleep.
We're talking blasting D.J., some actually spiffy techno. I woke up around 3:30 and it was going full blast. Because of past tenants, the thought passed through about calling the cops. But these tenants have been fairly not disruptive for a year and a half, outside of their damned chirping from their car alarm.
So, this being a ONE TIME thing (we'll see about that), holiday and all, my curiosity took over: Not only about how long this thing would last, but how would it develop, would it crescendo, would it peter out, would it end in a fight, would some other neighbor call the cops --- would the cops happen to patrol on their own, where WERE the cops, anyway, that the local news said would be EVERYWHERE for drunk drivers?
So, no, it didn't really develop, just went on and on. The first level of techno gave way to separate singles with breaks of silence (of the music) every few songs. Whenever a silence started, was it permanent?!1 Was the thing over?!1 But, no, it was 30 seconds, 45 seconds of silence, then off we went again!1 Early on there had been kids and women mixed into the party chatter, but as it went on it became almost exclusively males, and after the sound tracks wore off, the dudes started bellowing, three or four of them bellowing off key.
It was over at 5:50 A.M. Some car doors slamming. A couple of laughs. There's another Lounge thread with a cymbal crash for "your neighbor's hangover." It's not loud enough. And I'm thinking more like: leaf blower/vacuum.
hobbit709
(41,694 posts)It was from her daughter's wedding. If I had known it contained 45 minutes of drunken Karaoke singing by a bunch of drunken South Dakotans, I would have charged more. It took some mind-numbing weed to get that out of my brain.
UTUSN
(70,740 posts)I've arrived at a party philosophy: It's for doing at a rowdy bar, not at home. Home is to be respected. And I can make my own good time without lots of external events/"entertainment" going on. Either talking with one or two people, or just the bar t.v. and jukebox. Once at an out-of-state VFW, there were just the elderly bartender and a married couple there. They kept apologizing for the lack of entertainment. They said that if I went back on Friday I would find a fish fry and live music and dancing. I said, "I don't need that much entertainment. This is fine." I could name this, party-smart, or there's-a-party-in-my-brain. Somebody at the neighborhood bar asked me what I was going to do New Year's Eve. I think my drift here is clear.
Orrex
(63,224 posts)If not, then consider yourself lucky, 3:00AM techno beat notwithstanding.
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... a one-, maybe two-hour recording of themselves cranked up to fucking ELEVEN whenever they
wake up the next day. I really dislike karaoke.
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We were always pretty considerate with our parties -- the music volume down somewhere between
10 and midnight. Often, the acoustic guitars would come out and soft unamplified voices would play
for each other.
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Though loud, drunken conversations were usually the norm going on 'til 3 or 4 AM.
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But no howling or yeehaaaahing after about 10 or so, either.
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As often as possible, joyous exuberant blush-the-next-day-if-any-of-the-neighbors-spot-you sex,
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Party on!!!
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Party on!!!
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Party on!!!
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Baitball Blogger
(46,757 posts)I want to see if they figure out that if they invite you next year you'll be more quiet in the morning.
pipi_k
(21,020 posts)predicament here, trying to remember if I ever partied like that when I was younger.
At the age of 60, I honestly can't remember.
Or maybe I just never did. Or not to that extent. I think I've always felt that the night was sort of sacred, you know?
Anyway, I feel like an old curmudgeon looking at young people whooping and hollering and getting drunk and thinking, my god...what is FUN about that?
I guess I've done my share of puking on my shoes and feeling like shit the next day from a hangover (really only had a few), and wondering/worrying about what stupid thing I may have done the night before.
Fun? That's fun? I didn't even think it was all that fun when I was doing it, FGS.
Give me a cup of hot cocoa, one of my crocheted blankies, and my Kindle Fire and I'm good.
Getting older is definitely weird, for sure.
a la izquierda
(11,797 posts)Probably because the party would've been at my house with my husband and our idiot friends doing the singing (no techno, though, just bad 80s metal).