Don’t Judge Me

First off, just shy of 26 miles this past week and that doesn’t include the 7 miles worth of  walks I did with the family.

So on Friday while doing some yard-work, I watch two SUVs full of teenagers pull up to the driveway of the house across the street.  Its currently for sale and empty.  They unloaded pillows and sleeping bags, so I assumed it was the daughter of the owner having a prom party.  I didn’t think much else of it until later that night.

Anthony rode his bike over and we made a fire in back.  I told him about the kids and just as I said it, we heard them pull up and trying to enter the house.  Beer-in-hand, Anthony decided to walk over and infiltrate the teens to see what was going on.  “Hey guys.  You partying partying tonight?”

One of them spoke up claiming to be their teacher.  He kinda got in Anthony’s face about it and how its illegal to get minors to drink.  I walked over at this time and we explained we were just trying to get a grasp on what was going on in this empty house.  They said they were a junior sailing team from Chicago and that the owner, a member of the Grosse Point Yacht Club, had offered his house for the weekend for the kids to stay.

We talked with them for a while, as they were eager to puff their chests on what they did.  It was all with a pompousness you’d expect from a yacht club.  They were talking down to us, “the drunks partying across the street.”  At one point the female chaperone made some snide comment on how they would be up and out tomorrow looong before we wake up.

“I doubt that.  Try us.”
“Oh, I’d say 6:30.”
“Yeah we’ll be up; probably be heading out the door for a run around then.”

So we headed back to my yard and finished our two whole beers (we’re such ‘drunks’) before Anthony rode his bike back home.

The next morning, I woke up and couldn’t fall back to sleep.  It was 6:40.  I peeked out the window to see the two SUVs and zero signs of life.  Feeling spiteful, I threw on my gear and went outside.  I decided to spend a little time stretching out front waiting to see if they kept their word.  I couldn’t wait anymore and headed out for 4 miles.  I came back and saw one car gone, but the door open.  I hung out in the yard with Buddy, waiting to see what time 6:30 is to them.  It was nearly 8 AM before they started gathering outside.  I was sure to wave them off; almost mimed a tap at my watch to them.

Don’t come onto my block and get huffy that neighbors called because a bunch of teens were entering an empty house.  Then don’t spin it and act like you’re so much better than me.  I live in a city known for its high rate of arrogant rich snobs, yet these guys offended me more than any local I’ve met.  Just another thing to add to my list of things I don’t like about Chicago:

• White Sox
• Parking
• Deep Dish Pizza
• High taxes
• Detroit flight “It’s soo much cooler”
• Yuppie Junior Sloop Team