Here it is:
Did you know that yesterday was a Wednesday? And that today is a Thursday? Did you know that some people in this city have jobs that actually require effort and brainpower, or, at the very least, an a.m. schedule?
You did? Really?
Then why did you think it would be okay to host your godforsaken
An equally grouchy Alexandre made a good point for you. "If I decided to have a party that loud, the police would come. Well, maybe. But why is it okay for this company to have a party that loud? Their hickfest is adversely affecting far more people than any party I could have would. Who did they pay?"
I have some other points, coming from a civilized society. In a civilized society, people have an idea of community. People think about their neighbors when planning hickfests. It's not that people from my country don't have their share of hickfests. They just follow laws about sound rules. Laws mean something in a civilized society! You should try it out! You don't even have to cross any oceans to see what it's like. Just try leaving your tiny hick bubble and visiting a bigger city here in your own country.
But it's alright. Everyone knows that God loves Americans the best, and God is smiting you all. The sky is ominous with impending rain. The read earth is being lifted into the sky. In your words, "a storm's a'comin'!"
May the storm clouds drown out the sound of your bass, and may the wind overturn all of your stage sets, and may the rain short-circut all of your speaker systems, rendering your tickets useless!
In happier news, aside from this horrible party going on, my grandparents sent us Bisquick for my birthday (best present ever), so we've been trying to find different ways to use it. Today, we invented a delicous lunch. Well, we took an casserole idea from the Bisquick website and modified it/Brazilianified it.
It came out like this:
Poor Alexandre decided last night while I was at work that he wanted to make pancakes. I usually make them for us, so he wasn't exactly sure about what to do. But then he realized that the box has directions. However, to his dismay, the directions use the American measuring system of cups and halfcups!
(We do actually own a measuring cup that has both cups and mL on it, but he didn't know.)
So what did my very genius man do? Transfer the measurements into metric units! And write it on the box so he wouldn't have to do it again!
Cracked me up.