We live in a very quiet neighborhood.  The most noise you’ll hear is from leaf blowers and such.  But last Saturday night, the house behind us went nuts.

The home behind us is empty most of the time. It is a vacation/weekend home kind of thing.  You’ll see contractors, landscapers, etc there quite often but never anyone living there.  I’ve seen someone stay the weekend a total of three times.

A party bus is often parked in front of this house.  A big ugly party bus that has Florida Gator (blech!) crap all over it.   The bus is there for a while… then it moves.  I have always threatened to run over there in the night and stick a Go Noles bumper sticker on the thing but so far… I’ve resisted the urge.

Last Saturday night I was literally reading about how to deal with my insomnia when this loud music and the screech of air brakes filled the entire neighborhood with noise.  The party bus had pulled up behind us and about 30 people got out and started having a huge party in the front yard of the house behind us.

We figured they’d quiet down…. they didn’t.

We figured they’d tire out…. they didn’t.

We figured they’d go inside…. they didn’t.

And so the police came, made a little social call, and asked them to chill out, etc.  I have no intention of telling you or anyone how the police knew there was a loud party out there and knew exactly where it was located.  I don’t have any idea how they knew any of that at all.  But it worked and a certain pregnant lady then went to sleep. Muwahahahaha!

And the pregnant lady slept quite nicely until 2 over indulged and quite drunk college girls yelled “we love you, Mount Dora” out into the night at 2 am.  And then at 2:30….and 3……. and 4.

After some figuring we realized that it is spring break and the usually empty house behind us is filled to the brim with rich and spoiled college students who are trying desperately to develop a healthy drinking problem, catch a few STD’s and pad their police record… all in a week’s time.

Tonight we came home from church and noticed many cars at the house behind us.  There’s a live band and… thankfully they are pretty good.  We’ve enjoyed listening to them up until now.  And for a bit, I thought that the parents must be home because this party was much more serene than last week.

That was until about 5 minutes ago when I heard a single, solitary (but loud) voice scream “we love you, Mount Dora” out into the night.

I predict police presence in 3…..2…..1……