After a second nights bad sleep in Annapolis - this time due to frat party dude moving in next door - when smallest child awoke at 3am & asked what "f***ing party on dude" meant - I knew it was time to take action - wearing only jim jams - yes the same attire as the night before's incident (figured it had served me well & hadn't had time to nip out and purchase that Bogner parka I had a hankering for). I managed to enlighten Mr frat party dude that my small people were up at 6am & he probably would not be appreciating reciprocal noise at that time in his room. To give him his due Mr frat continued to party till 4am when he took the party to another poor suckers room. Sadly he was back at 5am and retribution was delivered at 6am sharp - it's marvelous to consider the damage that a full powered hair dryer can achieve on the senses at that time of the morning.
The trip home during a big Nor' Easter gale had only one high point when it seemed that even boats were heading down the highway. Bring on Christmas hols...
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