The four years I've lived on this dead end street always proves eventful during the holiday week between Christmas and New Year's. There is always at least one party a day that sometimes results in a couple of drunks cheering and singing at the side of the lawn or in the street. Completely harmless as they are having fun, there have been days that the parties went into the night and early mornings. 

The day after Christmas started like most of them do around here, loud music flowing like a bad speaker bumping out horrible tunes, dogs barking, and children screaming while they play. Nothing coffee can't cure most of the time, but this particular morning I was not in a mood to deal with it so I walked outside to see who the music invasion was coming from. Directly across the street out of a Cruiser with the driver's door wide open playing old school Tejano music.
That music played all day long, until the beat changed when a CD started skipping and the guy who owned the car would flip to the next song only to have it skip too. He actually let this one CD skip for over an hour before he put a different one into his CD player of the vehicle and then proceeded to turn the volume up. How does upping the volume guarantee no more CD skip? Are you that drunk you seriously can't grasp the concept that not only is that music annoying, the fact that you're letting it skip over and over and then switch to something different and turn the volume up is making the situation worse.
Another hour went by with more music skipping and the music volume going up again that I could no longer stand it and went across the street to ask the volume be turned down.
I know the people that live there speak very little English as I have had many conversations with vaguely broken English with the lady that lives there, but this was her husband I was going to be dealing with. I watch this man walk from his porch over to the Cruiser and sit inside it, flip through a couple of songs, then turn the volume down one or two notches, then stand up again and begin to walk off. He never looked at me, nor put down the cell phone he was talking on so I yelled loudly "excuse me" twice before he ever turned to look at me. I then proceeded to point at his vehicle and say "turn the music down please" and he just stares like he's become a stupid statue.
It's really hard for me to not rip into these people with colorful phrasing but I repeated myself again and informed him I was not leaving until it got turned down as I did not feel like having to call the police over such a stupid issue, I would have done it, I just don't like doing it because it's not a criminal issue, just annoyance. The man walks back over to the Cruiser, sits inside it, flips through a few more songs, then turns the music down and leans out to look at me. I tell him "thank you, Feliz Navidad" and he actually repeated what I said and then shook his head no. I'm not gonna stand there giving a Mexican lessons in what Feliz Navidad means, so I wave and walk off. 
An hour later, this same drunk shithead has his music up again and I was about to call the police when I hear someone yelling at him in Spanish, which got his attention because all the music went off.
That in itself is a peeve of mine how the cultures seem to blow each other off instead of seeing the person standing there.

Yesterday I observed an awesome thug wannabe with his glorious pants hanging off his ass fashion and showing butt crack. Such a great display of fashion in front of my face as this punk ass child (yeah i said it) proceeds to play with woofers in the trunk while pulling up his pants twice. He leaves the trunk up so that horrible gang banger music aka shitty rap is blaring and he starts walking back and forth by this car with a cell phone planted in his face. 
I don't necessarily judge most fashions in general but that prison bitch thing with the pants/underwear showing has got to go. 

Anyways, this kid turns up his music, then lowers it and finally drives off. 
This is a different house this happens in front of as me, the hubby, and one of my neighbors have dubbed this particular house as the college kid dropout pot house. The people coming from and going to that house proceeded the rest of the day to make a feeble attempt at filling up the street with cars from everyone hanging out there. At 11 pm (the noise ordinance time for sound to be turned down), the music gets turned on and it goes up and down for a couple of hours until we call the police to come check this house out as there are kids out the yard, and the music keeps being turned up then down again and it wasn't turned on until 11 pm. 
We watch from a window and the porch as two trucks pull out and drive away fast, then the music is turned off all the way, and people start coming out of that house, before the police even show up.
A couple of kids walk over to our side of the street and stand there so I tell them you aren't waiting for your ride here, go back across the street. That earns me a flip off that makes me laugh and say yeah whatever brat I have children older than your punk ass, then I said fuck it and went inside.

I partied growing up so I knew the dangers of underage drinking but these kids don't care, and they mill around in the yard, other peoples yards, the street, then wonder why the police show up and handcuff them as "they weren't doing anything wrong". 

The last laugh would be last night as the kid upstairs has had a few of his friends staying with him since the day after Christmas and they park anywhere they want to, even after we tell them to park somewhere else because one of those spots belongs to a tenant, which they parked there anyways and he had to park away from our building. I could hear the kid from upstairs apologizing to the neighbor who had to park somewhere else and he got told "I don't care man, when I work until midnight then come home and find some motherfucker in my spot, it doesn't make me too happy, next time I'll just tow the bitch". 
That would have been my first choice but then again I'm such a nice person *snickers*

Anywhooooo, may the force be with you as new year's day rolls your way, and may you be blessed from the influence of "the stupid". Be well and if ya can't do it right, don't name it after me *wink*