I had these neighbors, fortunately they moved out this year.
They moved in 9 years ago. Seemed innocuous enough. Then one Wednesday a banner appeared on their garage about some party. Come that Saturday the neighborhood started filing up with cars. Pretty much every on driven by somebody getting out holding a beer, and many of them illegally parked. It was clear that the party was going to be for multiple generations, folks 50 years old down to 16. Kegs got put out, grills positioned. Sun shades went up, and some ####ty country band started warming up, playing amplified music.
We more or less ignored the drunken monkeys leaving beer cans in the street and tossing cigarette butts into our yard as they walked bye, at least during the daylight hours. Come sundown the first minor fender bender occurred. The amplification also went up.
Now our daughter was feeling very ill. She was 4. We closed the windows and cranked the air conditioning to drown out the noise, hoping she could sleep. She couldn't. The noise increased. Small fights broke out as folks came and went and started parking in other neighbors driveways and yards. The music eventually rattled a picture off of our walls. Now these guys were three houses down and across the street but they managed to vibrate a picture off of our wall.
I went on up to talk with them. I said I appreciate their right to have a party, but this party was out of line in a residential neighborhood. If they wanted 200 drunken rednecks and amplified music they should have rented a commercial space, not had this in the neighborhood. The blew me off. I called the sheriff. The sheriff went bye, told them to turn it down, and left.
They came down to ##### at me for calling the sheriff. They also turned the music up even louder. I called the sheriff again, they said they were too busy to come out again. My daughter's fever was going up, she couldn't sleep, and my wife was pissed. I went up there again to tell them to turn it down. I got threatened by the drunks. I went home, got my tools. Went up to their electrical panel and pulled their main.
They did not know what happened but came down to threaten me anyhow. I was sitting out on my porch. Three of them had baseball bats. one swung at the car parked in my driveway, by way of intimidating me, I guess. He smashed out a tail light on the vehicle. It did not bother me, it was a vehicle from the party illegally parked in my driveway. I called the sheriff. I explained that partiers from the address were now on my property, bashing in a vehicle, and coming towards my porch. I told the sheriff I was armed, this was on them at this point. I hung up.
Three deputies were there in seconds. It seems other neighbors had been complaining as well and they were in the immediate neighborhood. Several folks from the party tried to leave, including the drunks carrying the bats. Several minor fender benders ensued. Several arrest for underage drinking and drunk driving ensued. It took an hour or so to calm down. The sheriffs left.
Around that time somebody figured out how to reinsert the main. The music fired up again, it was around 3 in the morning. The sheriffs returned, this time called by another neighbor.
The next day the homeowner, a short, dumpy little fellow came down to my place. I was working in the yard. he did not come to apologize, he came to call me out. He had his mommy with him, his wife, and several buddies, the muscle I presume. The guy actually brought his wife and his mommy.
He started to revile me. I told him to #### off. He then actually says that is I am feeling froggy I should jump. Now I'm uncertain exactly what he meant having never heard that expression, but I took his meaning. I stood. I had been stooped down working on my mower. I'm not huge, but compared to that guy and his "muscle" I was. they sheepishly backed away. We then enjoyed 9 years of cool hostility until they finally moved. The whole thing was ridiculous.
Nothing wrong with reckless partying. Just take it to an appropriate venue. A residential neighborhood is not a frat row nor a honky tonk district.