I live in a sub-division here in our sleepy Arizona town of 25,000+

Last night, I went to bed around 10 pm. From my bedroom, I could plainly hear music and people talking and laughing. I hadn't heard them all evening as I was in a different room in the house, with ambient noise (television, etc.) going on. But now, when I wish to go to sleep, I hear this noise.

So, I go outside and see, in the backyard kitty-corner to our house, a party of about 10-12 adults. They're talking, laughing, singing, drinking, etc. Now, I love parties the same as many people do, but in a residential area after 10 pm, I found it kind of rude to be continuing to be loud. So, I approached their yard (we're divided by 7-foot tall cinder block walls in our neighborhood) and politely got their attention and asked if they could bring down the volume since it's after 10 pm and I could plainly hear them from my bedroom.

Now, I asked them politely. They responded with anger and more rudeness, stating their rights to settle down and have some fun in their yard with friends. I didn't object to that. In fact, I told them that I'm all for that, with the exception of the common courtesy of bringing down the volume after normal bedtime hours. They continued to respond with rudeness, but they did turn the music down and agreed to move things inside.

As I walked backed to the house, I plainly could hear several them say some NSFW word about me. But, whatever, they were quieter. I went back inside, crawled into bed and went to sleep.

About 12:30 am, the music woke me up. And they were singing. Loudly (and quite off-key, LOL). Needless to say, I went back outside and chided them again. At first they thought I was going to come over and sing with them, but then they realized that I was not happy. Again, I never got angry but I did try to reason with them that this was unacceptable for 12:30 am OUTDOORS in a residential neighborhood. They did NOT like that (of course, someone decided to call me "Karen"--which I found funny since he appeared older than me.) They are, in their words, "dispatcher and paramedics that just want to wind down after a long week." I responded that that is completely fine, but not so loudly at 12:30 in the morning when you're outdoors in a residential area! And, again, more rudeness and name-calling.

Thankfully, there was one nice girl that did try to listen to me and come to a compromise. It wasn't the homeowner, which I found extremely curious. She did get them to quiet down (after we shared a toast of some crap sparkling water alcohol canned-beverage--I took two sips to try to get some reasoning done.)

Sometime in the next half hour, they shut down because someone else called the sheriff's office, it appears.

I feel bad--and maybe a bit embarrassed--for acting the way that I did, even though I never really got mad. Mostly, I was just frustrated that they seemed to refuse to think they were doing anything wrong. I'm kind of thinking of going over later this afternoon and apologizing, maybe bringing a bottle of whiskey with me and seeing if they would like to bury the hatchet with a drink and see if we can come to a compromise for the future. Maybe I'm just dreaming that they'll be accepting of that.

Rant over.