Monday, December 10, 2007

Blue Light Special

On a cool fall night, sitting outside listening to the crackling sparks of the fire, waiting for the perfect moment when the soft center of the marshmallow oozes out of the crusted, partially burnt shell to form the ideal s'more, laughing with old-turned-new friends and enjoying a comfortable comraderie, we all thought the evening couldn't get any better... when, suddenly, "splash!" All of us quickly turned and peered through the back property tree line, branches now bare with the fall leaves having abandoned them, their once protective shield now gone. Patrick looked at me with utter disgust paired with disbelief, his low, guttural words muttering, "They got a hot tub."

This pivotal moment in our "neighbors'" (We won't fully acknowledge them as our neighbors because, actually, they live in a different subdivision.) lives has made an overwhelming impact on ours as well. Now, as we gaze out of our back window while sipping our morning coffee and reading the daily paper, it is not uncommon to see two bodies wrapped together in an oversized Dale Earnhardt Junior towel, still dripping from their morning sauna. I come home from work to find my once luminous kitchen and living room now darkened with all of my shades completely lowered--a result of Patrick coming home for lunch and "not being able to take it anymore." Patrick and I will be cooking dinner, engaging in pleasant conversation, when I notice that he is looking past me, shocked by the latest public display of affection (i.e. wild make out sessions) on the back porch.

Our dismay with our surrounding patrons began several weeks after we moved in to what we thought to be "suburban bliss." We thought our biggest obstacles would be the "yard snob" whose perfectly manicured yards and upturned noses at our few weeds would shame us with chagrin, the stereotypical Williamson County moms who hogged the pool with their loud children, surgically enhanced figures, and "desperate housewife-isms," the hoity-toity BMW/Benz drivers who thought the neighborhood streets were theirs alone--we were fully prepared and excited about leaving the "thug life" that our neighborhood in Alabama was quickly becoming to assuage these safer, lesser obstacles.

It all started with a hamburger bun. We take Maggie out the back to do her doggie business. One day she wanted to explore further and further in the backyard, when I noticed an odd shape. I thought to myself, "I've never seen such a big mushroom! Gross!" Only, it wasn't a mushroom, but a hamburger bun. Patrick and I discussed it that evening--how would a hamburger bun wind up in our backyard? For the next week, on several different occasions, we found additional buns--the conundrum continuing to baffle us. A couple of nights later, Patrick ran to the bedroom whispering, "He's grilling! Let's see what he does with those buns." I quietly complied (unusual for me), and sure enough, moments after our spying session began, we witnessed him toss a bun into our yard. We shouted, "What is he doing? Why would he do that?"

During the summer we grill out and eat outside often, so, determined that our passive-aggressive neighbors would not deter our pleasure, we began to eat out there even more often. After our initial fiery anger subsided, we decided the best tactic would be to "kill them with kindness." We started attempting small talk while doing yard work, grilling, and taking Maggie out. The hamburger buns quit appearing in our yard. We though to ourselves, "Well done!"

Then, they got a hot tub.

Now, it's blue Christmas lights. All over. Beaming into our kitchen. Our blinds perpetually closed.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

HA HA! That cracks me up, Jason and I were talking about how funny that was last night, the blue lights are a sight!
~Amy Conner

Jesse Faris said...

Bravo, my friend! Great writing!

Nick hates blue Christmas lights with a passion--I know he will enjoy your story.

Lerra said...

Wow, sounds like your Cousin Eddie-ish neighbors could use a dose of southern etiquette!

But it sure does make for an entertaining blog post...
:-)

Jen said...

Oh man. I can relate, girl, I have BEEN THERE.

Julie said...

How funny!

Heather said...

Too funny! I don't understand the hamburger bun thing. That's so odd. Who are these people??

Julie said...

What a nightmare!! You are so talented-I love reading your entries-If you ever write a book, I will be one of your first buyers!

Supabloggasuprememama said...

OOHHHH I just laughed so hard. So beautifully written and wonderfully entertaining. I love it.

Tiffany Norris said...

That is so wrong...but so funny.

TDavis said...

I'm with Heather...what's up with the buns!? Our neighbors decided to do colored icescicle lights WITH big, bulb lights overlapping at the top. Because if you're gonna go tacky, go all the way. Lovely.

Jen said...

Update, chick. :)

Cristin Claire said...

That story was awesome! Please keep us updated with the neighbors!!!

Tiffany Norris said...

I call for an update as well!

Brooke said...

Hey Girlie! I am new to all this blogging business but I enjoy reading about what's going on with everyone! We seriously need to try and catch up!

Brooke said...

I laughed my head off when I read your comment about straightening your hair!! Memories, Memories. Thanks for the compliment about my little bag business. You are so sweet and you have not even seen the bags yet! Thanks girl!