Wide awake

Our neighbours dropped by on saturday to invite us to a party. A party on sunday evening. Around eleven or twelve. I said thanks, and that it was really nice of them, but we were all working monday so probably not. They said it would just be a small get-together. I believed them. I thought that of course they would keep the volume down, knowing that we and probably everyone else within earshot would be working monday.

Sweet lord of cookies. It was insane. It just went on and on and on and when you started seriously considering human offerings just to make them at least stop playing metal they switched to techno. Not the good kind either. And they had base. Good god, they had base. And they had fights outside our window, in the street, scaring Johan who sleeps on the ground floor shitless. Throwing bottles and screaming in french. Bad, bad words. And they were shouting on the backside, and they made sounds that made me think that they where tearing down the wall between the houses. There was singing. They all sang. All of them. In french. Loud french. Continiuosly, for about an hour, without pause. Eventually the "song" descended into just a sound, like a choir of demons, no melody, no words. They clapped every now and then. And they just kept screaming. It was inhuman. Inhuman.

They kept it up untill seven in the morning. Then, as we gave up and said fine, you won, you spawn of evil - then they just stopped. Silence. We went to work, the entire swedish line, sleep deprived to madness. Bad, bad monday.