Booze, Donuts and Coyotes

Last night I spent the night at my parent's house after ringing in my mom's 60th with Carcassonne, some red alcoholic concoction my dad created , and "3:10 to Yuma". It was fun, but alcohol seems to reap the opposite effect on me by keeping me awake and giving me super human hearing. As if all the stars were were aligned and had a hankering to play practical jokes on me I kept being awoken by some genius kid doing about twenty or so donuts in the street by their house. All I could hear was the car excellerating and the aforementioned screaching breaks over and over again. I could "almost" smell the burning rubber. Freak! When I finally did fall asleep because the nut job decided to go do donuts elsewhere or score some speed or something, I was awoken again by another annoyance. Bring in the coyote pack! Those canines howled like they had been boozing it up at some local bar until closing and had to walk home. Up and down the street they sauntered whilst serenading the neighborhood. I'd say they did this for approximately a half hour or so. To add to all this unwanted noise, I froze. I shivered the night away as I dreamed in fragments shaped like icicles.