I woke up this morning to a lovely note from an anonymous neighbor. The note started out by inquiring, "ARE YOU ALL REALLY JUST WHITE TRASH?" When someone writes in all caps and underlines key words you know they are REALLY UNHAPPY with LIFE.
I'll start by getting the irony out of the way because we were using white trash bags throughout the day. My primary choice for attire at past Anything But Clothes parties is usually a white trash bag type tankini, where it's difficult to distinguish where the trash bag ends and where my Irish legs begin. And let's face it, once you go white… well, I may have my sayings mixed up here.
I'll admit the front yard of our house this morning wasn't aesthetically pleasing by any stretch. Fellow college-goers (along with the white trash community at large) seemed to enjoy the view with some friendly honks and waves during the day.
If I drove by a house like ours yesterday, I'd think to myself, "I haven't had the opportunity to meet that handsome bunch, but boy do I respect their party know-how."
We had two tables of beer pong and a several games of Olympic caliber ladderball. I have never cleaned a party the same night as per the horrible buzzkill associated in doing so. It's like doing the dishes while you're eating dinner. The party had subsided before 11 p.m., nobody was peeing outside, and there was no property defacing whatsoever (aside from the irreversible liver and brain cell damage).
Instead of leaving nameless threats, leave me your phone number. I'll start by apologizing and end with apologizing. In between, I'll apologize and ask what I can do personally to better the situation. I'm not going to stop having parties altogether; that's absurd. However, I will start cleaning during the party and I will ensure the pee will strictly flow on my property. The ebb and flow between Towson students and local residents doesn't have to ruin the swim for everyone.
For the record - we're not white trash, we're just in college.
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