My Midnight Serenade

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'
Streetlights people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on
Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to the feelin'

 I do like this song a lot, who doesn’t?  However…..

D and I were woken this morning around 1:10 am to a stirring rendition of this song.  Yes, stirring.  It stirred me from sleep, in my bed, in my house, in my boring quiet suburban neighborhood.  Belted at full volume from down the street by 3, maybe 4, grown men.  Seriously?  If it had been daylight on a Saturday, I would have applauded, because it actually was sung pretty well.  However, this was not the first weekday morning that that group has serenaded me.    

So my question is, under what circumstances does this happen?  The man that lives there is middle-aged, who I am pretty sure works on Fridays.  (Hey…don’t’ judge…so I keep track of my neighbors comings and goings…it’s no secret that I’m nosy.)   It’s strange because we didn’t hear them at 11:30 when we went to bed, seems like drinking would have had to have started by then, right?   Of course, I am only assuming they were intoxicated. Had they been inside all evening?  Until one guys said “Hey, I have a brilliant plan!  Let’s go into the garage with the door open and SING!....I mean, come on, it so quiet and dark out there…it’s perfect.  I can’t think of any reason why any of my neighbors with school-age children would mind.”

What I should have done was take over some information on local karaoke nights, but instead we called the Sherriff’s department.  They came out and took care of it for us; I didn’t even have to leave my bedroom.  Not completely, unfortunately, because we had to call them again an hour later.   Seriously when do people grow up?  It’s not cute or funny.  It’s sad and aggravating. 

I have stopped believing that there exists a basic level of common sense in grown-ups.