Karma

I scrutinized the contents of my bag. Ear plugs? Check. Sleep mask? Check.  I have always been a light sleeper. I knew the revelers would probably make a raucous. Since I was staying in the vicinity of Thames St., having these items would be crucial for undisturbed sleep. My fourth of July destination? Newport, RI.

Friday night I crawl into bed around 11p.m. About a half hour later I hear this clacking sound. "What is that noise?!" "It's the guys in the house next door playing beer pong, they use dice" my boyfriend says. I throw the sheets back and run to the bathroom window. Sure enough there are three guys sitting at a game table in the backyard next door. I saunter over to the bureau and grab my ear plugs. I pop them in and go back to bed.

Is that music? I'm in that weird place between dreaming and reality. My eyes flutter open. It is music. The beer pongers have added music to their little soiree.  Ugh! I gaze at the clock, it's 2:15 am.   I drift in and out of sleep to the drone of the radio for the remainder of the morning. I wake up around 7a.m. and it's finally quiet.  I shuffle into the kitchen. I hear the rattle of cans and look out the window. Outside, in the yard, is one of the beer pong players. I yell out the window with as much as sarcasm as I can muster "you're up early!"

About an hour later I hear a commotion next door. It dawns on me it is the back hoe that's been doing the demolition in the lot adjacent to the house where the beer pong tournament was. I laugh out loud.  "Rise and shine fuckers!"  Revenge is sweet.