Thread by @gerryconway

I have very loud neighbors. Just putting that here.

It’s like living next to a sports bar.

To put this in perspective, this is a quiet suburban neighborhood. The folks who own the house and live in it are 30-40-something with kids. Like the Dunphys in Modern Family. They’re now singing drunkenly, loudly, out of tune.

And this happens almost every Saturday night. Even during the pandemic. Drunk suburban parents with elementary school kids having college frat style parties every Saturday night. I’m boogled.

Seriously, imagine the bland white suburban families in any TV sitcom from the ‘80s or ‘90s, updated to the classic mom in lululemons and dad driving an SUV, but then turn them into ravers on Saturday night. It’s like that.

To quote Roger Murtaugh, I’m getting too old for this sh*t.

I wish I’d had their half their energy when I was a young parent. Until I had kids I was a night owl. Up till three writing, sleep till eleven, breakfast for lunch. Yeah, that stopped real quick when Cara came along.

It’s the fact they have young kids and party like this that I can’t wrap my head around. The dissonance makes my head hurt. That and the drunk singing.

Also they get into loud shouting matches that might or might not be fights. Like I said trailer park stuff.

I’m tired. I’m babbling.