Tonight, for a while, we heard loud, thumping music coming from somewhere in the neighborhood. That’s only happened a couple times since we moved in, but it’s annoying when someone’s party is loud enough that we can hear it through the walls no matter how seldom it occurs.
And tonight, like every time this has happened, I’ve been tempted to go find the party.
Not to holler at them, or even to ask them to turn it down.
But to crash it.
Just walk in, grab a beverage and, if available, an appetizer or two, and wander into whatever conversation seems to have the most people in it.
I haven’t decided if I’d try to fake like I belonged there (“I’m with Amy, but she wandered off somewhere” strikes me as at least moderately believable — most people know several Amys) or if I’d just flat-out say, “No, I just walked in. I figured if your party extended into my house, I’d just move to the part of the party where the food was.”
One of these days, I’m going to do it.