I called the law and the law won

I keep meaning to tell you guys about how I called the cops on my neighbors a couple weeks ago. It's the first time in 8 years I've ever called - I actually had to look up my precinct and phone number before I knew who to call - so that's a pretty good record I'd say.

Speaking of records, why did I call? Well my upstairs neighbors were having the loudest party I've ever heard. And I lived in dorms in college. So loud you could hear the music clearly from the street, 6 floors below. I had come home at 1am after having dinner with friends. Heard the music then but didn't think much of it since once you get into my apartment you can't hear much (I love solid cement walls!) But then I woke up at 3:30am to even louder music - the 60+ person party had opened the windows and door to the hallway and they were blasting the soundtrack to Grease.
It was daylight savings night and I was going to be tired and grouchy without having to wake up in the middle of the night as it was.

Look. Lest you think I'm a party pooper, I am pretty sure there is a city ordinance that if you are blasting "Summer Love" at 3:30am, you deserve to have the cops called on you. They followed up this toe tapper with Barry Manilow music. That was the deal breaker for me. And 4 minutes later (I love living in a quiet neighborhood where the cops have nothing better to do than respond to noise complaints) the cops arrive. They stop to talk to me and they told me they could hear the music down on the street from inside their squad car! A few moments later the music stopped and the party broke up. I got back to sleep and all was well with the world.

What still bugs me though is how did no one else in the building had a problem with the party? The lady who lives downstairs from me nearly had a stroke when I first moved in and hadn't put rugs down on the floor ("It sounds like you're holding Riverdance auditions in your apartment!") There are families and old biddies who don't tolerate a kid running in the hallway, let alone music blasting for hours on end. At any rate, I'll put up with all those things (and for the record, I WAS holding Riverdance auditions in my apartment) but I will not put up with my sleep being deprived. I did talk to the woman who lives across the hall from the party (because she's my tax preparer at H&R Block) and she said she just didn't want to get involved but she was so glad when the music stopped. She did warn me that the couple is planning another big party on July 4. And they better either invite me.

Or if not that, invite the cops.