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My neighbours are having a party. Spying on them from my kitchen window (where I can look down at their back yard) I saw a lot of very dressed up people drinking champagne as they talked and laughed. Some of them are wearing funny hats.
Of course I would have guessed about the party without having to resort to spying because of the heinously middle-of-the-road music emanating from their general direction, along with all the talking and laughing.
It's a good thing I'm not tired or anything, or that I wasn't planning on going to bed early because the kids next door woke me up this morning with their noisy trampoline. And of course I just love being subjected to heinously easy listening music and hearing a bunch middle-aged people laugh it up when I'm dead on my feet from having been woken up way too early by noisy kids. I just love it.
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ETA: They have belly dancers!
Of course I would have guessed about the party without having to resort to spying because of the heinously middle-of-the-road music emanating from their general direction, along with all the talking and laughing.
It's a good thing I'm not tired or anything, or that I wasn't planning on going to bed early because the kids next door woke me up this morning with their noisy trampoline. And of course I just love being subjected to heinously easy listening music and hearing a bunch middle-aged people laugh it up when I'm dead on my feet from having been woken up way too early by noisy kids. I just love it.
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ETA: They have belly dancers!
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