Another mini observational comic. There's a neighbor somewhere that loves having all-night-long parties, on various days of the week, not just Saturdays. As most of these partiers seem to like, these folks love their techno bass-bumping "songs". There's no way to hide from them, they rattle the house!
Now why is it that someone with musical tastes similar to mine never does this? I wouldn't object to these types of parties. 2am blastings of Michael Jackson, Oingo Boingo, the Beatles, and crazy old 30s jazz songs? Turn it up!