Neighbors from Hell

So, when I originally purchased my home it was with my now ex-husband. I wasn't competely in love with the house or the area but at the time I thought it would be me who wouldn't be staying. I thought he would be. I was wrong. He left and I got the house in the seperation/divorce. The house was brand new and in what I lovingly refer to as a "Stepford neighborhood." All the houses are 1 of 2 colors and they all look alike. Most everyone that lives in the neighborhood is retired. There is a HOA ran by the retirees-and those of you that know HOAs know that the President and VP etc live to measure the length of your grass, check to see if the gutters are clean and generally are busy bodies who have nothing else to do but make you and the other homeowners miserable.

One of the things I loved about the house was that behind us there was a protected wetlands. We moved here in February and we loved watching the wetlands come alive with flowers and all of the sounds of Spring. There were all kinds of animals that would wander through our yard-possums, raccoons, squirrels, coyotes etc. It was awesome.

Ok, fast forward a couple of years-and guess what..they built a neighborhood behind us. They built 8 houses and the bottom fell out of the real estate market and they stopped building. There are two houses kitty corner from us. 1 was occupied and the other one stood empty. Until 7 months ago. In moved 4 men. Not sure which one the owner is. They didn't have blinds or curtains on the house for a couple of months so we learned a lot about them. They enjoy having sex with multiple men at the same time. They enjoy painting the walls while wearing only their underwear. They practice pole-dancing in the living room while in their underwear. (They may be exotic dancers. I am not sure.)

None of those things makes them the neighbors from Hell. Just a little annoying but also some free entertainment. However, the most annoying thing they do is they will have parties that start at midnight or later. They will go outside into their backyard and drink, smoke and be very loud for hours on end. Since our bedroom is in the back of the house, we get to listen to it and try to sleep through the din.

Last night was the last staw! We were almost asleep-it was about 12:45AM and we hear one of the guys go out into the backyard and start a fire in his firepit. The smell of the fire was nice. But soon there were 8 people out there drinking and talking. They kept getting louder and louder. They brought out their dogs and got them all riled up and barking. This went on until about 1:30am when the girls that were there were yelling at the top of their lungs about dirt and slivers and the dogs were barking and it was just crazy loud. So, Trey got up out of bed, went to window and said "Usually we don't say anything, but could you please be respectful and keep the noise down." One of the guys-whose name turned out to be Jeremy-started screaming obscenities at her. Calling her every name in the book-dropping the F-bomb. So Trey calmly says-"next time we will just call the cops." She walked away from the window and he continued to scream obscenities at us. His friends were trying to drag him in the house. He then started yelling about how we had ruined his summer and that it was the weekend and it was only 1:30 in the morning and everything was completely F'd up now because of us. She laid back down in bed and we just kinda were quiet for a bit..not knowing what to say. A little tense that he would come out of the house and try to break one of our windows or something. Just as we started relaxing he came back out of the house and started screaming obscenities again. Then all of them got in their cars and went screeching out of their neighborhood yelling. Needless to say we couldn't go back to sleep for hours. The last I looked at the clock it was 4AM.

I am tired and grumpy and feeling a little less at home now. It's not like I can just go complain to the Landlord or move. I own the house..they own theirs. I don't want this animosity-we practically share a backyard. I should be able to get a good night's sleep without being called every name in the book for expecting people to behave like grown-ups. Am I wrong here?