Spring Break

Well, it looks like Spring Break is going to be on my street this year. The neighbor across the street has a teenage daughter, and she had a party last night that lasted into the wee hours of the morning. Cars were parked in front of everyone’s houses and driveways; anywhere a teenager could put their wheels without actually parallel parking. I noticed this morning two huge boulders had been moved off another neighbor’s front yard on to the sidewalk. The boys must have been flexing their muscles for the girls. And it appears their drink of choice is Coors Light, judging by my yard art I found this morning.

Tonight they’re at it again. They are playing games like “How many car doors can we slam?” “How loud can we yell obscenities at each other?” and “How can we get the girls to scream?” It’s unfortunate that teenagers wake up at 10:00 pm while everyone else is trying to sleep. I wonder where the Mom is – perhaps she went to Cabo San Lucas for Spring Break.

I believe the Teenage Werewolf house across the street is cursed. Several years ago this same house was occupied by a couple that made Alec Baldwin and Kim Basinger look like Peter Pan and Tinkerbell. Their shouting matches echoed off the mountain behind our house. She would lock him out of the house and he would have to spend the night in the car. One night I thought someone was burning a chiminea, but when I saw a flickering light out the front window and peered through the blinds, I saw their car in the driveway was on fire. Perhaps she figured this would be one way to do away with him once and for all. During happier times, they would throw parties and invite everyone in central Phoenix. Part of their entertainment was to tether a hot air balloon in front of our house and give their guests rides up and down. Luckily the wind was calm on that particular night.

Yes, we will have front row seats to watch and hear Spring Break this year.