Nosy Neighbors

The house that I wrote about yesterday, the H.U.B.B.L.E. house? Yesterday afternoon, there were a bunch of sheriff patrol officers and detectives in their front yard going through their teenage son's car. He was nowhere to be found, but his parents stood out there while the police searched, pulling all of his things out of his trunk, taking pictures, even checking under the hood. I sat in Nathan's room (where I had the best view of their house) and watched all of this shit go down, because I am nosy as hell. Seriously, I'm Mrs. Kravitz from Bewitched. I have no shame about it, either. I do think I was justified in my spying yesterday, because if this kid is dealing drugs in our neighborhood, I need to know about that.

This morning I checked the paper, but there was nothing about the kid--no story, and nothing in the police logs. His car is not in his driveway anymore; I keep peeking out the windows to see if I see any signs of life. Also, a handy tool that I've known about for a while is a website (www.nccourts.org) that lets you look up court cases in North Carolina by the defendant's name. It will tell you when their court day is and what they were charged for.

Another sign that I am super nosy--when I was in NYC a few years ago, Stephen and I would sit in the hotel's window at night and stare out at the city through binoculars. We would watch people in the building next door, and also watch people on the street. There's a hilarious picture of the two of us leaning into the window peering out, but I don't think I have it on my laptop or I would post it. Alli thought we were crazy for doing this, but it was fun. We saw a bunch of men having a business meeting, we watched maids come in (we hoped we'd catch them doing something like stealing, but we never did) and we had a great view of the craziness of Times Square. Man, I want to go back to New York.

In other neighbor news, Hates His Wife moved. Sadness. I'll miss that crazy shirtless grilling bastard!