knock at the door

Last night while I was playing Mario Kart, there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find two ladies standing there. They wanted to inform me that they were going to have a party across the street and that they might get loud later on, but that I could just come over there and let them know and they would calm down. I have seen these ladies before, but have never personally met them, as I try to avoid most contact with neighbors, but I did know them from their crazy parties in the past. And honestly I don't mind people partying, it isn't my business, just like anything I do isn't their business. I do have a problem though of having my kids wake up in the middle of the night because people are screaming, bottles are crashing and motorcycles are zooming up and down the road, then I get annoyed. I told the ladies that I didn't really care except that I did not want my children woken up, and they should consider that. They assured me that they would do their best. I let it go and closed the door. I had become slightly intoxicated by the amount of alcohol I could smell on them while they were talking to me, so I wanted the conversation to be brief. I started thinking though later. Why should I have to go over later on and tell them to be quiet, shouldn't they already try and do that? And should I really be that stupid to go over and tell a bunch of drunk people to quiet it down? I have done that once, and some guy almost charged me, so I learned my lesson. Why couldn't they just go to a bar or club to get their drink on, since they were celebrating her birthday?  I just felt like if they let everyone know they were going to be wild, then we should just accept that. I don't like that attitude. "Sorry sir, I am going to slap you across the face, if that hurts just let me know?"  Does that justify slapping him since I already warned him. I told Derek that maybe I should go over to their house this morning, and let them know we were going to be really loud and obnoxious and if they had a problem they could just come over and tell us. A blow horn would be a nice touch. Honestly though, I didn't hear anything, and when I went downstairs to fill up Laurelin's bottle in the middle of the night, I didn't see any cars, I guess the party kind of fizzled up. I guess it wasn't as bad ass as what they thought.