he'll come again

it would seem i have some new neighbors that are less than keen on our dance party antics. mr. policeman has been by twice in the past couple of weeks. always at the stroke of four in the morning. the first visit was one of bewilderment for our man in blue. as some of you know, when being paid a visit by johnny law, they will always try to enter the home to assess the total situation and see what kind of illegal activities might be taking place. since we are only doing the typical blase saturday night electro making out with lesbian tequila shot mouth to mouth while wearing a sequine frog evening slip dance party, i always politely invite them right in. and like a cuckoo clock striking one o'clock, this guy was in, said "koo koo?" and immediately backed out the door. as he skittled back to the cruiser, i thanked him for letting us know about the noise level and wished him well on the rest of his night. i hope i didn't sound curt with him, it's just that i caught a little chill through the thigh-revealing hole i had burned on purpose into my 'world's 2nd best golfer' skirt and had to move quickly back inside.
last night's visit had similar results, but our messenger played a little more like the friend's dad in high school who let you drink in the converted garage on the weekends because then at least we weren't out roaming streets. when our new friend (pictured above) cuckooed through the door, a smile washed over his face. a smile not unlike that of a wee child when he first crosses the threshold of the disney gate. he actually said that according to the law, we were not being too loud but that it was 4am and if we wouldn't mind turning it down a bit, that would be cool, but we didn't have to. let that settle in. WE DID NOT HAVE TO TURN IT DOWN. out of politeness, we, of course, did. he truly wanted to stay and hang out. we were having so much fun that the cop sent to stop the fun wanted to stay and have the fun with us instead. or it could of been the fact that drunky ray was pulling off some fairly decent southern manners while wearing a muscle shirt and bright green nut-hugger 70's athletic shorts. either way, fun won. fun won.
thank you Rain for your stellar photography work.