At least it wasn't Love Boat....
It was about 3 in the morning. I'm wandering around my neighborhood w/ my daughter, who in real life is my friends' daughter. I'm chasing her across the street. My i.r.l. neighbor, who lives next to me i.r.l., is living across the street from me. She comes out in her robe as I'm chasing my daughter around the side of her house and acknowledges me as she tosses her cup of coffee into the yard and goes back inside. I'm apologizing:
a) for being in her yard
b) the Monster Anthems blaring from my house across the street.
And I mean blaring. I'm mean, there's loud, and then there's the stadium sound being produced from the inside of a house w/ closed doors and windows. I catch up to my daughter whilst fumbling for my car keys in an attempt to hit the panic button on the remote to get my house to shut up. A couple of presses and I hit the unlock button, the lights in my house flash, the music shuts off, and I wake up. To an infomercial. Which is selling an 8-disc set. Of monster anthems. "TAKE...THESE BROKEN WIIIINGS....AND LEARN TO FLY AGAIN...." "I CAN FEEL IT...COMING IN THE AIR TONIGHT..." "OOOHH SHERRY...I'M IN LOVE....HOOOOLD OOON, HOOOLD OON...." "YOU BELONG TO THE CITY....YOU BELONG TO THE NIGHT...." and just about every other big sounding single from the late 70's and all of the 80's that we've all come to openly hate but secretly and nostalgically love.
And I've been up ever since. Tried to fall back asleep. All I could hear, once I turned off the tv, was my pulse inside of my ear. That was annoying. So I turned on sportscenter. Even that was annoying, because the last three days has been little more than the BoSox/Yankees series and Tiger Fuck Woods.
It's going to be a long day.
a) for being in her yard
b) the Monster Anthems blaring from my house across the street.
And I mean blaring. I'm mean, there's loud, and then there's the stadium sound being produced from the inside of a house w/ closed doors and windows. I catch up to my daughter whilst fumbling for my car keys in an attempt to hit the panic button on the remote to get my house to shut up. A couple of presses and I hit the unlock button, the lights in my house flash, the music shuts off, and I wake up. To an infomercial. Which is selling an 8-disc set. Of monster anthems. "TAKE...THESE BROKEN WIIIINGS....AND LEARN TO FLY AGAIN...." "I CAN FEEL IT...COMING IN THE AIR TONIGHT..." "OOOHH SHERRY...I'M IN LOVE....HOOOOLD OOON, HOOOLD OON...." "YOU BELONG TO THE CITY....YOU BELONG TO THE NIGHT...." and just about every other big sounding single from the late 70's and all of the 80's that we've all come to openly hate but secretly and nostalgically love.
And I've been up ever since. Tried to fall back asleep. All I could hear, once I turned off the tv, was my pulse inside of my ear. That was annoying. So I turned on sportscenter. Even that was annoying, because the last three days has been little more than the BoSox/Yankees series and Tiger Fuck Woods.
It's going to be a long day.