Whoop... Whoop

We live in a really quite neighborhood.  During daylight hours, you might hear a few kids playing outside, but there are a lot of older couples and singles who shut off their lights at 9 p.m.  (Linda fits right in!)  Years ago, a Redskin football player lived a few houses down.  He put a giant pool in his backyard and would have parties.. lots of parties.  Cars would be parked bumper to bumper along the street.  Loud music would keep Linda up at night.  When he moved, all was quite again on our road.  Last night was the exception.  In the house next door, there is an old Asian couple who have 2 grown sons in their 20's that live somewhere else.  The couple is so quite that the loudest thing they do is mow the lawn.  They must have been out of town for Thanksgiving.  One of the sons thought it would be a good idea to hold a party (maybe he didn't want to clean his place) at his old stomping grounds.  He must have invited every single Facebook friend and all the people in his iPhone's contact list.  We knew something was up by all the car door slamming that started around 9 p.m. (Chim and I have to at least bark 10 seconds to tell Linda someone is parking near our house.) After about an hour of that, the music started.  LOUD music.  It sounded like that a popular dance video played over, and over and over.  Finally Linda fell asleep, but it wasn't until the wee hours when it quieted down.  I guess she could have gone over and politely asked them to turn down the music, or just started dancing around the house and got a little workout in.