"Yes dispatcher, I'd like to report a disturbance"

Just the other day I was telling my mom that if we move, I'd kindof miss city life. Mainly I realized that I'd miss the ease of public transport as well as the awesomeness of our library (I can request DVDs & books online - the librarians will pull them for me and e-mail me when they are avaliable for me to pick up at the front desk).
Last night I realized that despite those two awesome things (as well as the great people we've met here), I will not miss the city.
At 2:00 a.m. we were awakened by loud, drunk people singing "Happy Birthday." At first it was from the building next door (because the two buildings are so close) - but NO. It was from clear across the street. So I googled the police department (since 911 is for emergencies, not reporting noise violations) and called them. The dispatcher said she would send someone over.
I put in my ear plugs, said a prayer that Buddy wouldn't be awakened, and said good night for the second time to John.
At 4:30 a.m. John got up to go to his new job and Buddy woke up for an early breakfast. While feeding him I'm pretty sure (admist the shouting from the same people) I heard a door slam and then a gun shot. I walked Buddy back to his crib (and finished rocking him to sleep in his room). I didn't call the cops the second time, figuring that one complaint per night is my limit. I guess if someone or something was shot - maybe the drunk people and the cops will learn a lesson.