So, at about one-thirty in the morning, a couple of cars pulled up right outside my window. One of them made a loud noise, and they were putting on an obnoxious light show complete with blinding white strobes. They were camped out on the street for a solid hour, blocking the driveway (to the chagrin of one of our neighbors who keep strange hours) and generally keeping me awake.

I should’ve called the cops… OH WAIT.

(Two Portland Police cars, one white Mustang, and eventually a tow truck for the Mustang since its driver was eventually stuffed into the back of a police car. If the one cruiser had simply toned down the rock-concert lighting effects I might’ve been able to get back to sleep. Argh.)