... when you leave the windows open and can hear every word of your neighbors' weekly drunken screaming match in the alley beneath your bedroom windows.
They're starting early this weekend... usually the drunken yelling/screaming wakes me around 2:45 am. They must have gone to the liquor store instead of the bar.
Earlier this evening they yelled at my kids to shut up. I didn't hear about this until later, which is probably good. Mark yelled "You shut up yourselves!" Later he was yelling for them to turn off their overly loud music. I advised him to leave them alone, as I didn't especially want to deal with drunken men coming over to harass my kid.
Seriously, every single Friday and Saturday night features the screaming match in the alley, punctuated by slamming car doors and squealing tires. They always stop just before I decide it's time to call the police. (I get twitchy when screaming matches feature both male and female voices. These always do.)
Ah, summer.