Move over Teri Hatcher. Wisteria Lane ain't got nothin' on us! So I usually like to reserve my blog for the happy things in my life, but this one is just too good not to share. I live on the craziest street in Dana Point. Hands down. Let me elaborate. It's 2am and I just got off the phone with 911. It's the 4th time in 2 months. You'd think I'd be used to this by now. And here's why. My neighbors are absolutely off their friggin' rockers.
Saturday night as I was in a sound slumber I heard a loud crash, smash, boom, followed by a slew of unrepeatable four letter words. Startled, I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. My first thought was "Someone hit my car!" Well, I was half right. Someone hit a car, it just wasn't mine. Thank goodness!
When I walked outside and looked around I saw a bunch of drunks getting out of a car that had just careened into several parked cars along the side of our street. What a bunch of morons. My neighbor came out of the house in hysterics when she realized it was her car that was hit and our crazy "Oxymormon" neighbor (don't ask!) started yelling "I think they have a gun." So, I ran inside, woke up Allie for some back-up, and grabbed my phone. Minutes after dialing 911 there were sirens and flashing lights speeding down our streeet.
I wish I could say that I stayed to find out what happened but we both chickened out and went inside to watch from the window. I guess I'll never know the real outcome of the night time drama.
But seriously, if you think that story's crazy, ask me about the alcoholic mother/daughter duo across the street, or the naked lady in the green shutter house, or the cheating husband who's sleeping with alcoholic mother/daughter duo. This neighborhood is really something else!!! Katie, Allie and I are starting our own neighborhood watch program. You know, the kind where you turn off all the lights and watch the crazy people from the window. Good times.