Friday Snark: Neighbors.

This morning I woke up and was not happy about going to work.  It was dark outside, I was happily snuggled in my warm blankets..

Wait.

It shouldn't be this dark.  Did my alarm clock go off?

What the hell is that music?

What the hell is that laughing and singing?

What time is it?

It was 4 a.m. and my neighbors were conducting a rousing group sing-a-long to a very bad pop song.

My current neighbors are the most raucous group I've lived near.  Every single weekend night they host a loud, loud party, which I'm okay with.  A couple weeks ago they woke me up with a shouting match at five in the morning.  Most of you have never tried to wake me up, but I assure you, mere noise doesn't cut it.  There has to be shaking, shouting, and/or threat involved.  That's how loud they were.

Anyway...in case you didn't notice, it is Friday.  Which makes last night a Thursday, solidly considered to be a weekday.  I understand that drinking on Thursday is fun, because you're not getting any work done on Friday anyway.

BUT FOR GOD'S SAKE, do you need to be partying and yelling at 4 am on a Thursday?  This Crotchety Old Lady says NO and humbly requests you move back to whatever dorm room you crawled out of.