Let's have a party!

I love my neighbors for the most part. They're fun. We have each others' backs. They're friendly.

But, damn, they like to party.

Weekend parties in the summer are frequent, raucous and over the top. The music? UGH, it sounds like something that should be playing in a carnival, but these folks have a hell of a time.

It also seems like they will throw a party for damn near any reason.

Oh, the baby is turning two! Let's rent an inflatable jumping thing that he can't get in! Let's hire a DJ! Let's buy LOTS of alcohol so the party will last long after every kid has passed out in the jumpy balloon!

Oh, so-n-so is getting out of jail! Let's rent a jumpy balloon! Let's get a DJ! Let's get drunk! Let's whoop and holler all night!

Oh, you got shot and didn't die! Let's rent a jumpy balloon! Let's get a DJ! Let's get drunk! Let's whoop and holler all night!

When I say 'holler', this is what I mean.

These folks love to party and will find any damn reason for one.

sighs heavily

Summer can't end soon enough.