More from the Other Side of the Fence

Our mysterious neighbors were totally throwing down this evening. I mean a dj with Kool and the Gang cranking and professional grade pyrotechnics. Thought they might be having a wedding or something over there. Christian went over to ask them to celebrate a little quieter due to sleeping kids and a cranky domestic partner only to discover what appeared to be a five-year old’s birthday party. They very kindly turned down the volume, but I’m still disturbed. Oh, that’s right. This is the richest bloody county in America. Time to get used to nauseating excess. Ready to move back to Brooklyn if they’ll have me.