Without further ado...the drama you have been waiting for - (disclaimer: I'm still a little bitter about being locked out of our house so please forgive the rants).
Z came home from our retreat on the bike, I was a couple of hours behind him riding some friends in their car...I chickened out of riding back on the bike for 61/2 hours. When Z got to the house the lock on our gate had been changed...weary from traveling Z went to the hardware store and bought a tool to try to cut the new lock off...the new lock was not budging. A neighbor saw Z trying to remove the lock and started interrogating him. neighbor: 'What are You doing?!?' Z: 'I live here and someone changed the lock!' neighbor: 'oh...your next door neighbor has the key to that lock, someone tried to break in while you were gone.' Z had to track down our other neighbors who happened to be at their brothers' wedding. When Z got to the wedding he got the key and also was invited to stay and eat...Z politely declined because all he wanted to do was go home, take a shower, and rest. Then the neighbor had a request...they wanted to use our upstairs patio/balcony area for the next days wedding festivities. He also asked Z if we were vegetarians...we are not, but that didn't put a damper on his plans for using our house for the vegetarian only guests.
I arrived home just as Z had got back from retrieving our key...we got into the house and checked all the doors for the supposable 'robber'. No door was messed with...there were dusty footprints up the stairs to the upstairs patio/balcony area...hmmm???
We quickly surmised that the neighbors were responsible for locking us out of our house...they were going to use our house for their wedding whether they had our permission or not!
The next day they came over to the house with the caterers...Z gave them strict orders that they only could use the upstairs (we don't use the upstairs of this house, we have plenty of room for the two of us on the first floor). Well the neighbors got a little testy about that and said that they had received permission from our landlord to use whatever part of the house they wanted. And this my friends is when our neighbors started causing drama and acting like 4 year olds. Z told them that the house is under contract to us the tenants and that they need our permission...so what did our neighbors do? they called our landlord. The phone call didn't go as they had hoped, the landlord was on our side, especially when we told him that we were locked out of our home due to these yahoos. The neighbors were fighting a losing battle, but instead of apologizing they threw more tantrums...at this point I started to refer to my neighbor as 'Groomzilla'.
We graciously told them that they can still use the upstairs and the upstairs only as long as they agree to clean up after themselves. The wedding went on as planned, Zach attended but I did not...these people had broken the lock off our gate! I will be keeping my distance.
The next morning they cleaned thoroughly...and they promised to bring me food leftover from the wedding...guess what folks they did not bring any food over...strike 3!
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