Saturday night was nice and quiet. The boy had a soccer game on Sunday, so we just went to the movies (finally saw The Departed, it was good.) Walking home, you would have thought there was a tornado going through Santa Monica. The wind whipped around as we walked, and pieces of palm trees were crashing to the ground right in front of us. Needless to say but I'm going to say it anyway, the walk home from the Promenade was no fun.
So we're sitting on the couch, me reading, him playing FIFA, when I hear, "It's a beautiful day..." Stupid U2 is blaring. Just some background, we live in an apartment that is right on a street, not a busy street, but the noise definitely took some getting used to, seeing how we'd moved here from the middle of nowhere.
I'm thinking, "Wow, the person at the light is really rocking out." And the music just keeps going. The next song starts, and I'm no U2 fan, so it was quite annoying. J's not bothered at all, but my curiosity got the best of me. I walk out onto the patio, and peek my head through the bushes. My innocent eyes were not ready for what they saw...
A nice Mercedes, parked directly in front of my apartment was the culprit. Headlights on, windows up, and a forty-ish couple going at it like a bunch of teenagers. "HOLY S**T J! Get out here and check this out!"
Yes, my boyfriend and I totally spied on this couple. Pervy I know. We go back inside, and try to ignore the NC-17 love fest that's right out front, but the damn U2 gets even louder. Are these people freaking deaf? Or do they really, REALLY get turned on by Bono?
I decide, no more of this. I "need" to take the dog out. I put the little stinker on the leash, and stand two feet in front of the windshield with my hand on my hip, tapping my toe for a dramatic effect. The two finally surface for air, lipgloss, whatevs, and see me staring them down. Mean? Yes. Something my mom would do? Definitely.
But seriously U2?