I wasn’t even invited…

 

Loud music. People laughing and talking. No masks on.

Two parties going on at the same time. One at a house on the dead-end street next door, the other in the condominium - to be more exact, the barbeque area (the very first party after the restrictions due to covid, which is still around but people act as if it has vanished into thin air – I wish). Both started around noon.

The house on the dead-end street had a live band playing pagode; the one in the barbeque area: techno. Neither of which I fancy. Around 100 people singing and dancing to the beats – no masks on. Both parties were celebrating someone´s birthday. I wasn´t invited to either but had to put up with the music and the mayhem. It was a battle to see whose music was heard the loudest. Perhaps they could have made a deal to take turns. This way their guests and the rest of the neighborhood (because they had amplified it so that everyone in a large radius could hear) could have enjoyed it more than just a mixture of excruciating noise which ended way past the 10 pm time allotted.

All I could think was, I wasn´t even invited…

Written: November 20, 2021

 

Photo: Meire Marion