Oh, it's a party!

You always think
"Oh, it's a party!
No one cares how loud I am.

Let me talk outside on my
cell phone about oh so important
details like rides and unrequited loves.

Let me shout at my friends
and cheer on the dude sucking down
the last drop for the road.

Let me stumble and drop things
and think I'm a suave motherfucker."

Until you hear the party next
door, one night at 2:00 in the
morning.

Then that shit's annoying.

...

Wrote that a couple of nights ago. Between that and the neighbor's granddaughter screaming at 7:30 this morning and intermittently since, I'm really hating the neighbors lately.