I Heart Autumn...

Actually, this post has nothing to do with my hearting Autumn. I just liked the title. It's about one of the great traditions that occur during Autumn. Well, two great traditions, in fact. The first such tradition being that of college kids throwing obnoxiously loud parties at all hours during the week. The other tradition (which I am oddly quite fond of) is that of me calling the cops on said partygoers and throwers at 1:30 in the morning.

There is a house next door to my abode which is populated entirely by young college kids. Boys, mostly. In the past, the previous occupants of said domicile (also college kids) have hosted some ragers, which have provoked either me or my Lovely Bride to summon the local constabulatory, much to the chagrin of the Kids Next Door. We often warn them of the impending Police Action, which causes their guests to flee the house like rats off a sinking ship, which in turn causes me to giggle with delight. Once, we had the father of one of the kids next door (who was in fact providing alcohol to these kids, and making Dirty Old Man faces at the nubile young ladies in attendance) try to convince us that everything was cool, and that we should be cool.
This new group of kids are obviously amatuer partythrowers. They didn't bring down the wrath of the Angry Neighbor Who Has To Get Up And Roast Coffee At Six A.M. on this occasion, but I did notice that even though they seemed to have had a good start on the festivities, the event fizzled to almost nothing at about 1a.m., save one inebriated chap who insisted on hollering "YEAH!" every minute or so for about 15 minutes. After that, nothing. I heard kids going down the walk, car doors closing and ignitions...igniting, and then silence. At that point I was able to return to my sleep.

This short diatribe brings me to a question for you, my electronic peers:
Is it wrong of me to derive so much delight and satisfaction in summoning said constabulatory to thwart the children's attempts at belligerent fun during the week?
Fridays and Saturdays are fine. I can understand letting off a little steam after a hard week of pretending to study. I have been known to get boisterously drunk as some of you who actually know me can attest, so I'm not a total curmudgeon...yet.

thanks for reading...happy September.