bitches are going down!

so yeah..
i have had some trouble sleeping this past week, which is why when i finally get there i am so thankful. well, last night, Diesel (the "restaurant" next door) and i went head to head AGAIN. *please see June 2008 post.
i was laying in bed, wide eyed, starting around 10:30. around 11 i started walking around trying to tire myself out. around 1130 i was getting somewhere. around 12 i was finally starting to feel tired. 1230 i started drifting off to...nope... Diesel, that disgrace of a restaurant, decided to turn the front patio loudspeakers on. i was livid. its a FUCKING WEDNESDAY! but of course, the trash they attract are butchering michael jackson and otis redding's greatest hits. i know this because its so loud, i could sing along.
so i go to my computer to a) find out if noise ordinances really exist for this type of thing and b) get the phone number. i find out that between 10pm and 2am, loudspeakers are not allowed, least not when the sound travels off the property - which in this case it travels right into my bedroom. i also called and did anyone pick up? no. so i throw on my clothes and i stomp over there (incredulous that i'm the only one that seems to think this is a problem), open the door and who do you think is drunkenly walking around? none other than my friend Nick, the waiter that cornered me after i'd sent my initial email to the general manager. i was like "turn it down. there is no one on the patio. it's 12:30am on a wednesday". he rolls his eyes at me and says "ok". to which i reply "don't roll your eyes at me. i'm not coming over here again. next time, its the police."
GAME ON DIESEL.
GAME ON.
my new mission in life is to close this shit down. i'm not kidding.