It was a day like any other day. Scott and I went down to FBC to get a belly full of barleywine. and we did. Things then took an odd turn as they often do after a ten round bout with the Old Crustacean. I suggested that Scott call Jill and have her meet us at my place for dinner. It was one of those rare times when I was in cooking mode, so why not. So we left Flag Brew and headed over to Western Post Liquors to stock up on the essentials. Finally back at my place the cooking and the games began. I am not sure what went into the cd player, it was either Robben Ford, or the Keef Hartley Band. Either way it was played loud and Scott and I were running around like two schools boys that just polished off a box of sugar cubes.
Eventually Jill showed up and domesticity set in. Off went the music and on came the olympics. We were mid way thru our chicken dinner (I really dont recall anything other than chicken. Maybe chips, homemade of course.) when there was a knock at the door. "It's open" I yelled. Knock knock knock. "Come in, it's open." Again another series of knocks. So with a welcoming smile I went and opened the door. You'll never guess who it was. It was the police! along with one of my neighbors standing behind them. "We had complaints of a loud party and a lot of people coming and going," one said. At this point I turned around looking into the living room. You couldn't ask for a more placid scene. Scott and Jill eating their dinner and figure skating on the tv. I looked back at the police and the other cop said "apparently we have the wrong place."
"thats alright man, have a good nite."The door closes and laughter ensues. I never saw or heard of that neighbor again. I think The Great Instigator and Blue did something to him. From that point on I had a get out of jail free card and played my music as loud as I liked.
It's all in the timing neighbors.
What ever happened to "Love your neighbor?"
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