The older I get, the more alcohol hates me, so I made a pot of coffee and spent the evening dealing with the noisy fucktards across the street.
They had a huge house party, and their guests all parked on both sides of our very narrow street. Parking's only legal on one side, and as more people arrived the street got much narrower--until finally one fucked-up parking job rendered it impassable.
So I called the cops, and they eventually came out, and I watched from my front steps as a hundred people all tried to move their cars at once. The cops ended up busting two of them for DUIs. It was a shitshow, but a fine way to start 2018, and since there's nowhere else to park most of the departing guests didn't come back to the party. Since that particular bunch of neighbors is a mixed bag of assholes, I felt no remorse at busting it up.
And now we've got the obligatory sobbing drunk girls stumbling home while wailing incoherently into their phones to whatever poor sucker is on the other end. The third one of the night just passed by...