That’s me.

Who would have though at 24, I would become such an old, grumpy lady. I actually called the po-po (yes, I said po-po) Saturday night on my neighbors for partying too loud. They were 4 houses away, I had my TV on and I could still hear them clearly. They were so loud, I actually thought it was my next door neighbors partying until I walked outside and saw they were at the end of the street. So, I went inside, kindly rang up the police and then went and watched out my window to see if they would actually show up. If you couldn’t tell I didn’t have much else to do. The police didn’t show up on my watch, but who knows if they came later.

If you think about though, I kinda did the party-goers a favor, because everyone knows a party ain’t a party until the police show up.