Late night parties are happening too often at the hostel, well before the holidays began. Every night as a matter of fact. I have posted signs saying no noise after 9:00 p.m. but nobody listens. I've come out at midnight and yelled at the guitarists and singers & fire twirlers to shut up, people are trying to sleep (I'm more thinking of me, I LIVE here and the fire twirlers just happen to be in the mix!) I am afraid I am becoming the kind of grinch I never wanted to be. Let's blame it on old age again. I never imgained the day would have come when I did not like a party.
Don't tell me to join them, moving is a better option, I no longer have the stamina to sustain that lifestyle. One good hang-over makes me feel like I am recovering from major surgery. It takes quite a few days to get me up & about again and everything pains.
I can't seem to curb their enthusiasm. I hate to realize that since I expanded my hostel to sleep 35, I created the perfect athmosphere that breeds this kind of behaviour. Close quarters, friendly people and a perfect garden full of palm trees by the sea to party every night.
Note to Tina: remember to apply for a liquor license.