Our celebration is today, parade and street fest. Conveniently located just blocks away.
We've already had our informal celebration apparently; there were people outside our house on Sunday having a photography sesh (complete with lighting and umbrella) - thicc bikini bitches in front of some janky truck throwing fake money around. Was mildly entertaining to say the least, and I wish I had taken pictures so you all could have a good laugh too.
Until 12:45am Monday evening. I was woken up to see at least 10 vehicles lined up down the block with their lights on, and at least 20 nogs outside, in the street, hootin' and hollerin', eekin' and ookin'. Woke me up out of a dead-ass sleep.
I yelled out the front second-story window in my straight-from-Hell Phil Anselmo growl, "ENOUGH! I AM CALLING THE FUCKING COPS!" and did so. Not that bullshit non-emergency number either, I went straight to 911 and held the phone up to the window so dispatch could hear what I was hearing. I then went back to bed. (Please note that I'm the gorl here, I am always the one to have to settle this bullshit, and I am fucking fatigued).
Looked on Nextdoor the next morning as I usually do, only to see that an hour after my call (at roughly 2am), a call came in regarding that specific address about a person with a weapon. I know it wasn't my call as I told dispatch it was too damn dark to see anything when they inquired about the presence of a weapon, and I never gave them an address - just the cross-street.
I screenshotted that and sent it to the landlord of the property immediately (which I had sleuthed out already due to prior incidents). I also asked if he converted the property to an AirBnB as that's the rumor around the 'hood. He thanked me, said he spoke to the police already that morning, but never answered about the use of the property. Hope he realizes I am on his shit like white on rice.
I feel ya, Shiloh, best girl.
God I hate niggers.