The Adnostic

I was dog-sitting for my parents on the Saturday before Halloween. I should have been partying to Manic Hispanic, but instead I was making sure that Ruby's "accidents" were dealt with in a timely manner. It's okay, I came out ahead. Mom gave me a gorgeous embroidered brown satin top from Anthropologie as payment for services rendered.

At around 11:30pm that night the elderly-swinging-bachelor-next-door's party was in full effect with some sucky screamo band in mid-set with their amps turned up to 11. I was just biding my time and praying for sleep.

Then Elizabeth, the very sweet, but slightly ADD, next door neighbor called asking what she should do.

Elizabeth: The kids will be home soon and I don't want to be a party pooper. Do you think 1:30 is too early to call the police?

Me: Elizabeth, they're musicians. They're lazy. They've been playing since 11 and I doubt they'll last past midnight.

Elizabeth: So calling at 1:30 would be okay.

Me: Honey, I'd call them at midnight if they don't turn this crap off.

Elizabeth: Okay. You call the police at midnight and I'll call them at 12:15.

Me: Deal.

As if on cue, the screamo band ended their set at midnight sans encore. Psychic? No. A certifiable rock concert expert? Without a doubt.