So last night I went to a mate's 21st. Prety cool – he's a jazz muso, so they had some instruments out the back and there was a bit of jammin going on. It was pretty damn good – some of these guys are top class muso's, and they were making a hell of a sound.

Anyway, we're all standing around… having a few ales… catching up and chatting away. Nice background music – overall a great vibe.

I guess time got away from us, because by the time She arrived it was about 20 past 12.

This woman came strtutting up the driveway… not sure really how to describe the way she walked. Very staccato, would have made a hell of a racket if she'd been wearing heels. As it was, she was wearing a white towelling bathrobe.

She flung the gate open and shrieked in a piercing tone “TURN THAT NOISE OFF! I'VE BEEN HEARING NOTHING BUT THAT SOUND FOR THE PAST HOUR! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP! I'M FROM THE NEXT STREET OVER, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE IT ANY MORE! SHUT IT DOWN OR I'LL PULL THOSE PLUGS OUT AND SHUT IT DOWN!”. Then she proceeded back up the driveway.

OK, I'll admit it was possibly a bit uncool to have music going on that late, like after midnight and all… but Jamie's parents had pre-warned the police and the neighbours, and it wasn't anyone immediately next door that complained. The bit that staggered us all was she way she came charging in like a maniac – I mean, if she'd said “Hey, it's pretty late, can you turn that down?”, that would have been cool. But now there's a woman walking about who's going to be forever known by those 60 or so people as “The Crazy Lady”.

My only regret is I didn't have presence of mind enough to grab a photo :)

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