Drama, Drama, Drama.

Yesterday I made it a goal to go to bed before 11. Sidenote: Since when have I become the night owl?
But boy oh boy did that plan fail quickly.
Just as the clock read 10:45, little red and blue lights surrounded me within my bathroom walls. "What in the heck is going on over at the Dye's house?" I wondered as I peeked (yes, peeked) out the bathroom window. *Clarification: our bathroom window faces directly towards the Dye's piano room window. That's where Colin (the girl crazed 18 year old) sleeps. In my experience, (and a horrifying one at that) it is ALWAYS best to leave the blinds shut. Only if its absolutely necessary should you carefully peek outside. As I scanned the streets, my ears experienced a most unpleasant chorus of screams and cursing. I quickly ran to my bedroom, turned the lights off (in case my neighbors looked in at me basically spying on them) and opened the blinds. Right in time too, I might add. The police had arrested and proceeded to walk a very...well a very angry (and very drunk) girl (named Sasha) to the police car. I'm not sure which one to be exact seeing as there were 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 police cars lined up on our little street. I could see from the little crack in my blinds that there was definitely more drama (and action) happening on the far left side of the street, so as I watched my poor neighbor Annie cry with fear for her now arrested niece, I made the executive decision to leave my room and take front row seats upstairs. (The window was, after all, already open for my convenience) Just as I had done so, another girl (who's name I didn't catch among all the screaming) was explaining (and begging) the cops to release her...we'll say friend for right now...from custody. (Supposably Sasha is in the military and was/is planning to ship out to Afghanistan next week. It seems to me, >and I'm no expert< that those plans are currently...dellllllaaaaayyyed.) Thirty five minutes later, the girl (who has now lost all self control) has put on quite a show. Let me tell ya, I saw everything from kicking and screaming, crying and cursing, then finally hyperventilating. Around 11:23 (yes I checked) an ambulance came to take her away (because CLEARLY she was unstable and most likely under the influence of drugs and alcohol.) HAH. Boy was that a joke. That girl was a fighter. I feel bad for the neighbors next door whose lawn was subject to...the worst. When they pulled out the stretcher, she went balistic. Even more so then usual. (Her usual being of course unfiltered potty mouth, a bag of F-bombs, and the name Sasha) At this point I felt almost guilty for watching so I said a quick "please forgive me for watching this" prayer. But I had to stay till it was completely over. I mean, this is the most action my street is EVER going to get. (Lets hope.) When they finally got her on the stretcher they tied her down like I've never seen before. I'm thinking..."wow...this girl must be pretty tough to fight off the 6 grown men that surround her." And that about raps up last nights drama. They put her in the ambulence, (I've never heard screams more clearly from inside one of those things. But it definitely happened.) and drove away around 11:50. Show over.

Today though, I found out from Sister Dye that she had gone outside right as the cops were speeding down our street to ask Annie if everything was alright. Sasha apparently cussed the crap out of both of them, threatening Sister Dye for calling the cops. *Clarification: She didn't call the cops. No one knows who did exactly. But as soon as she could, Sister Dye let Annie know that if she needed help, she would be across the street, and bolted back inside her house. (Smart girl)

And THAT is officially the end of my story.

Ps. I would have expected something like this to happen on my ghetto street in Richland. Not my newly developed one in West Richland.