Well, I came across something else I found amusing in the Hollow basement this morning... it's the tale of our crazy young neighbor and his wild and loud parties... I don't think I have ever heard another of his parties as loud as the one described in this post from June, 2006.
The Hollow's Party Hound!
Ok. Am I just getting old and cranky or what?
Our neighbor.....the super nice young guy that lives next door with his girlfriend, is gettin' under my skin....just a tad.
No biggie.
I feel bad complaining since he's so friendly, but he has turned into the..
HOLLOW PARTY HOUND FROM HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He has folks over all the time to see his new house...which is cool.
He's a young guy, proud of his new place.
I don't have any problem with that.
I think it's that things have just slowly gotten LOUDER and LATER as the months have rolled by.
This last weekend he threw a bash the likes that this humble hollow has probably not seen since Alabama seceded from the union!!
LOUD and ROCKIN' music until about 2 in the morning.
(Hey, I LOVE loud rockin' music..just not in the middle of the night, outside, in a normally serene sylvan setting!)
Oh, the beer was flowing like nectar too.
WOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and you could tell, because the voices just got louder and louder and LOUDER as the night dragged on.
I mean these folks were probably standing not TWO feet from one another and you would think they were practicing for the upcoming hog callin' contest at the county fairgrounds!!
Ya gotta TALK REAL LOUD CUZ BEER CAN MAKE IT HARD TO HEAR, YA KNOW!!!!
The stories are funny too.
Slurred rhetoric about "badass cars" and "those F**kers at work who need a frosty keg of whoop-ass opened on them" and whatnot.
The girls just huddle in little groups and cackle and giggle and they will scream to one of the guys to "just f**king shut the f**k up about that skanky bitch 'so and so'!!!"
and there was this one guy.
He took the prize for the LOUDEST, most OBNOXIOUS drunk I have heard since moving to Alabama. It was well after midnight and he was in the backyard SCREAMING like Satan's favorite banshee over who knows what!!!
...and he wouldn't stop.
It was kind of amusing actually.
I was thinking... "Um...is this the first time this poor fella has ever drank beer?"
He was just beside himself with corn pone euphoria!!!
I finally went to bed about 2:30 or 3:00 am and things had calmed down outside somewhat, but I still heard the THUMP THUMP THUMP of the stereo inside.
The next morning came at last with the familiar rooster up the road getting things cranked up with it's obligatory crowing and I looked over to the neighbor's house and most of the 10 or so cars were still parked out front.... so at least they didn't head out onto the roads that night... God bless 'em.
The kid couldn't be any nicer......
...and I'll admit, he knows how to throw a party!
Hee hee, oh mercy!
But I am pretending to live the life of a quiet southern gentleman now and that life doesn't involve wild ass neighbors issuing the "F" bomb every ten seconds over "Megadeath" blaring at one in the morning or drunken banshees screaming into the night......
Oh, the joys of youth.
....and now, I'M the cranky older guy who gets annoyed.
