We live in a boring middle-class (for Seattle) neighborhood. Aside from the insanity during the snow storm when we had prowlers, a burglary, and an elderly gentleman whacking off in someone's driveway, it's pretty quiet.
Sunday afternoon, there was a BBQ somewhere down the hill behind our house. Aside from the fact that I've been feeling quite poorly and wanted to nap, it was no big deal. I closed the windows and turned on the fan and napped quite nicely.
Seeing as the party had been going strong when we got home around 3:30, and this being the aforementioned boring neighborhood, it never occurred to us that it would be bigger and better as the (Sunday) evening progressed. Gosh, was I pleasantly surprised.
As I'm getting ready to head to bed around 9:30, I mention to Mike that the party is getting louder. It actually sounds like they're starting the keg stand portion of the evening. I'm puttering around the bedroom putting up clean clothes, playing with the insane dogs. Ten minutes later, I kid you not, the bagpipe music started up. It was obviously not live and it was VERY loud.
Now that I think about it, perhaps a neighbor put that on. The party got quieter after that, and while they impressively went until at least 11:30, it wasn't too bad.
But most of all, this story allowed me to Google for "bagpipes". And this is the picture it gave me on the first page. I've never been so, um, hrm. It's like Mel Gibson got drunk and decided to play the bagpipes. And the drummer? Mesmerizing. Google is the BEST. TOY. EVER!
Monday, June 15, 2009
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