Spurred on by Moshe's comment earlier today, I finally had my rite of passage. Yes, tonight there was some type of party going on at the neighbours behind me (the ones whose children shriek like they're being murdered, chasve shalom, all day long), complete with Israeli band. After an hour of having the windows closed, earplugs in, and fans running, and still feeling like my head was going to implode, enough was enough already.
So I called the local precinct.
They must have stopped by a few minutes ago because, while the noise is still at an uncomfortable level, it is better than it was earlier. I'm interested to see what happens after 10 PM.
I can't wait to get out of Brooklyn. I'm thinking Montana...wide open spaces...nobody around for kilometre after kilometre. Boy, am I ready for it!