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Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Adieu College Kids, Bonjour Neighbors

Last weekend Chris and I noted with a bit of relief that the long rows of moving trucks double-parked all over the City of Boston must signify the mass exodus of college students from their ratty apartments back to wherever the hell they hail from. Good riddance, undergraduate folk! Until September, may you grace your homelands with your drunken shouting and not my doorstep.

Does it seem as though I am still bitter about my Walden experience of Monday? Because I am.

Anyway, Chris and I discussed how with all the school kids gone our neighborhood would likely become very quiet and serene for the next few months. We fantasized about how a bunch of young professionals might move in; friendly folk that we could smile at and have the occasional chat, and then go on our merry (and quiet) ways. The trees were blooming, the two nasty girls next door had moved on, and our street was looking quite cheerful.

Except we were wrong, again. What we didn't realize was that the sunny, warm weather meant that it was time for the 4-month long block party: all white trash, all the the time. It seems our invite was lost in the mail, but that doesn't stop our neighbors from bringing out the lawn chairs and plastic stools, the beer cozies and the styrofoam coolers full of Natty Light, the packs of Newports and chew, and plopping themselves right down on the sidewalk every afternoon from 3 p.m. (when I get home from work- hell, they could be there well before 3 for all I know) to well past dark. All of them. In a row, in front of their houses. Calling to each other, cackling with laughter through emphysema lungs, and bellowing at their half-naked wayward children running in the street. All through my very open windows, which let in the breezy sunshine in addition to their blue collar cavorting.

Yesterday afternoon I lay down on my couch to try to do a little reading and/or napping before I set out for a long walk. The instant my head touched the soft pillow I heard an odd cawing shriek. What the hell? Where there crows outside? A band of wild crows? I peeked out the window to see a child squatting in his diaper in front of his drunk mother with his face all screwed up, letting out a steady flow of outraged screams at constant intervals. Four second scream, two second pause. Four second scream, two second pause. I thought, in my absurd naivete, that the noise was so irritating that surely someone would stop him quickly in some way. Wrong! Stupid NPW. Everyone just sat slumped in their molded plastic WalMart chairs staring stupidly at the boy and occasionally attempting to make feeble conversation around him.

How long could he last at this screaming game? Longer than I could. I threw on some shoes and bolted out the door for that walk before I could test the limits of his endurance. Come back, college kids! At least when it's cold outside the neighbors contain their Crow Children to their basements.

On a happier note, here is a picture of the Boston skyline from the Tufts library roof- for Jenn, who misses the city.


Blogger 3carnations rocks hardcore!

Thanks. You just made anything that ever happens in our neighborhood seem so much better. :)

Actually, people in our neighborhood are generally considerate...and seldom, if ever, publicly drunk.

9:12 AM

Blogger L Sass rocks hardcore!

I feel so sorry for the townies where I went to college... we were really obnoxious. I mean, not me, OF COURSE, but OTHER people.

10:21 AM

Blogger lizgwiz rocks hardcore!

I have some lovely neighbors, too. Last week we were treated to a late-night party which culminated in a screaming match in the middle of the street by two "bitches" (their words) having a spirited debate about which of them might (or might not) have ever been on welfare. Delightful!

10:48 AM

Anonymous Anonymous rocks hardcore!

Sounds of the city...I will take peaceful NH over that any time...and that includes hearing the fisher cats at 3 in the morning.

12:05 PM

Blogger Beej rocks hardcore!

Stupid college kids who ruin walden pond deserve to be stewed over.

My new neighborhood is the strangest ever. The guy across the street gardens (with his crazy gorgeous wife) in his necktie. The family next door on one side is typical suburban america, minivan and bbqs and all.

The guy next door? Crazy hippie stoner in his early sixties who spends most of his time listening to zepplin - LOUD - and fixing his van. He likes to use his outdoor voice all the time. He is not as big a fan of shirts.

12:10 PM

Anonymous megan rocks hardcore!

My neighbor has been taken away not once, but twice, in an ambulance after he's had a schizophrenic break in the middle of the street. My dogs sit in the window and stare as he runs up and down the street shoeless in his baggy sweatpants. Oh, and did I mention 2-3 cop cars usually show up too? Still, I don't envy you for having to live in Ziv Commons all over again.

12:58 PM

Blogger Ween rocks hardcore!

Ah, white trash season.

My neighborhood is pretty normal - parties here and there, complete with loud Mexican singalongs - and some kids who love to spin out in our driveway, much to the chagrin of the dog.

Now that the feuding lesbians next door are gone, the police don't even come around anymore. Except when they're searching for drug dealers on the next street.

Hmm. No wonder the people across the street are selling. Too bad it's Pasadena and I can't afford it.

1:38 PM

Blogger stefanie rocks hardcore!

I used to feel that way about college kids even when I WAS a college kid. I loved hanging out in my college town in the summer, when only a fraction of us were still there.

I am glad I live in a mostly quiet neighborhood with mostly quiet people. Occasionally I'll come home very late and be chatting outside with whatever friend dropped me off or met me there, and I'll think, "Oh, I'M the nuisance in this neighborhood!" Whoops.

3:59 PM

Blogger moogan rocks hardcore!

how odd that we have the same neighbors yet we live so far away.
Mine also walk around barefoot and in newly sheared sweat shorts. very stylish. Not only do they spend all day lounging on their porches talking to one another from across the street, they find the time to stop and chat with a friend who happens to drive by in their car, only to hold up traffic on a one way street, with on street parking and no where to manuever around them, so you must sit and wait, honking won't help, they'll just sit and chat it up even longer.

I hope my lack of periods in that sentence added to the madness I also experience.
it's going to be a long summer

4:23 PM

Blogger Aaron rocks hardcore!

Sounds like a rockin' summer-long block party (not to be confused with Bloc Party) to me, NPW. I'm totally going to go party with the w.t. in your 'hood.

6:57 PM

Blogger stilettoheights rocks hardcore!

thank you for the photo!!!!!

I feel your pain neighbor wise, we live next door to a park, as you know it's a park in a city, so it is filled with hoodlums and trash all the time March-November it is also filled with people who go there night after night to light off fire works.


8:13 AM

Anonymous liberace rocks hardcore!

So one of my best neighbor stories is the time I was woken up by the sounds of my drunk neighbor and his even more drunk brother having a fist fight outside the house & trying to be quiet about it. I kept hearing these muffled F-YOU's and quiet grunting and impact sounds. Needless to say I window-watched until they got too tired and went inside.

Things have settled down and now all there is next door is a pile of trash almost taller than his shed.

Anyone into fixing up old bikes? There is this old aqua bike in his trash pile that has the full length fenders, old style seat, mangled white walls & a built in bell! Built into the frame of the bike. It still rings!

9:25 AM

Blogger CarpeDM rocks hardcore!

The Crow children. That could be a new scary movie. I love living in my apartment building. It's filled with mainly old people so there's not a lot of parties and the walls are super thick. I mean, granted, you get to hear all of the sirens but I'm used to them now and will sleep right through it. I have the worst time trying to sleep in the suburbs.

9:54 AM

Blogger NancyPearlWannabe rocks hardcore!

3cs- Glad to be of service.

l sass- I kept thinking, "Was I that ridiculous in college? I couldn't have been! But was I?" It only made me feel slightly better about being disturbed.

lizgwiz- Wow, bitches on welfare. Our nasty lady neighbors used to argue things like, "You ruined my table and you ruined my life!" Pretty dramatic stuff.

anon- Sometimes I think that too. Then I walk down the street for a coffee and I snap back to my senses.

beej- I would like to meet the crazy Zepplin dude. He sounds fun.

megan- I didn't realize Denver was so full of crazies! I'm glad to know Boston doesn't have the monopoly on weirdos.

ween- Mexican sing-a-longs sounds kind of fun. Do they invite you over?

stef- You're lucky no one has shushed you out of their windows at night. :)

moogan- "Newly sheared sweat shorts". HA!

ace- You're welcome to come hang out with them. With your Manch/Dover background, you'd have no problem fitting right in.

jenn- you're welcome! And I get you on the park thing- there's one down the street that's on the edge of a housing project section. The police are ALWAYS there.

lib- I would totally watch the fight, too. I love spying on the neighbors, it's pretty hilarious.

CDM- Chris has a white noise machine that pretty effectively drowns out sirens, screams, and gunshots.

11:19 AM

Blogger Lisa rocks hardcore!

Oh my. That sounds hellish. I am so sorry for you!

11:53 AM


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