I needed their number last night. At the time, I didn't realize it. Jenn and I got to bed at about 1am after the youth rally. At 3am, we both were wakened from deep and peaceful sleep by the sound of music, very loud music, annoyingly loud music. At first, I thought it was the alarm. When I finally regained consciousness, I realized the noise from outside the house. Jerking on a shirt and pants and despite Jenn's whimper of protest, I walked outside to see two teenage boys locked in some kind of head hold. Whether they were fighting or making out, I could not tell, but the girls in the vehicle were all smiles and thoroughly enjoying music that would have made my ears bleed at a very high volume. They saw the two outside lights come on and me standing in the door and turned the volume down. I yelled "Gracias" in my most irritated tone of voice and stood there until the boys got back in the SUV and spun off to the squeal of tires. They made one more pass by the house with the music up again just for good measure.
It wasn't until this morning when a friend mentioned that, instead of handling the hoodlums myself, I should have called the authorities and let them handle it. Typical alpha-male me had to run out there twice and expose myself to the possibility of physical violence or some other repercussions to our property. I need to find that phone number.
Until later, thanks for stopping by.