Enjoying a Beverage

As mentioned, the favorite pastime of our new neighbors is "enjoying a beverage".

Apparently, they give degrees in this at Bethel College.

Back to the saga of the neighborhood.

Saturday night.

10:35 pm. Mrs. D turns on Saturday Night Live and within minutes is asleep.

Mr. D wakes her up and says, "You gotta see this. Beth and I were watching out her window. There are police searching the neighbor's backyard with flashlights and they came into our yard and were just beneath Beth's window looking around the fence area."

Police leave.

2:37 am. Drunk girl and drunk guy have been talking loudly by the pool all night. We can hear every word they are saying. Suddenly drunk girl falls in the pool and comes up laughing and coughing.

3:00 am. Neighbor Mike across the street has had enough. He gets out of bed, walks over to the drunk people and tells them to be quiet. Drunk people leave, driving over Mike's yard.

Sunday.

Tyler, the Bethel grad/renter of the house comes over. He thinks we called the Cops on him the previous evening. 4 marked squad care were there. We say we didn't, but did call on previous occasions for "Unconscious Girl", "Shoved into Coffee Table Girl", and "Brawl in the Front Yard People".

Tyler apologizes and says all those things happened while he and his brother were in Iowa helping on their parent's farm. I tell him that the crowd while he was gone looked like prostitutes and pimps (I'm trying for that XXX blog rating). He says he feels bad because one of his roommates hangs with a bad crowd, but that guy will be moving at the end of the month.

Tyler also feels bad because he and his brother want to buy the house and they also enjoy a beverage now and then and he feels that it is ruined for them to have any parties now because the neighbors are all mad. He then says something like, "My brother and I will still have parties, but there won't be any prostitutes." (I guess Bethel has to draw the line somewhere.)

I say, "So, there were prostitutes there?"

He says, "Well not prostitutes, but women of doubtful character."

Last Night.

11:45, there is a knock on the door. We were still up. Mr. D looks out and sees Tyler. Tyler is holding a disorderly house ticket and drunk. Tyler looks up at Mr. D wondering if he called the cops. Mr. D tells him we didn't and looks at his watch and says to Tyler, "It's 11:45." He tells Tyler that he looks like he has been drinking. Tyler says that, yes, he had been enjoying a beverage. Mr. D. tells Tyler to go home and sleep it off.

This kid needs help. How sad that you can be a recent grad of a Baptist College and be so messed up.

Signs that you might have a drinking problem:

You drink every night.
You get drunk when you drink.
The police are at your house 2 or 3 times a week.
There are naked people in your pool.