Posted by episode81 on August 26, 2010
The front of my house is C-shaped, with the concave side towards the street. It is an attractive shape and not all that uncommon in this area. Unfortunately, the master bedroom is at the front, on one end of the C. Even on this really quiet street, it is noisy. I get to hear drunken people stagger past in the middle of the night. The dustman swings by at 6.30am, followed by the recycling truck. Tumbling glass. Yey! 😐 For some bizarre reason, the crack of dawn on Saturdays and Sundays are great times for uninvited visitors to snag a few lemons from the tree by the bedroom window. Oh, how they chatter.
Anywho, I digress …
Last week there was a really noisy party in the neighborhood. The bass was particularly penetrating. It was late and I wanted it to stop, but I was curious where it was, as it was so loud. I took Alan out for his evening stroll and headed towards the noise. It got quieter. Much quieter. Although the sound can bounce off the houses, I knew I was heading in the right direction. After a block, it started getting louder again. I didn’t make it all the way to the party, but I couldn’t understand why the sound level changed so much.
I headed home. On the street, right outside my C-shaped house, the party noise was barely audible. At the front door, I could hear the music clearly and the shouted conversations above it. The front of the house was acting like a satellite, gathering all the sound and concentrating it at the front door … and the master bedroom. Oh, what a great feature 😐
I went to bed anyway, and the sound got louder and louder, building up to quite the crescendo at 11pm. Then silence. Police or polite neighbors? I don’t know, but I’ll take it. I need to get some ear plugs. I am turning into my father …