Sunday Morning Tea and Rain

Last night, as I was upstairs washing my face and brushing my teeth, I heard some noise coming from my backyard. It had been raining a little off and on and was pretty late. I turned off my bathroom light, like a smart little investigator, and opened my bathroom window. I heard laughing and music and glasses clanging together. Then I heard some rather interesting comments about removing clothing and running to the Bar-B-Q and back. One of those voices was a girls and the others a boys. They were not mature voices. So, I did the polite thing and closed the window and went back to my own business. No, I didn't. I listened for about 10 minutes! After nixing the idea that I had the right to climb onto the fence and tell them to quiet down so I could get some sleep, and debating whether or not I should embarass them in order to keep things from getting too wild at such a young age, I retired to my bedroom and woke up my sleeping husband to inform him of the naughtiness going on outside. (I'd better clear the air here...there was a large tree blocking any naughty views, thank goodness.)
Well, I couldn't sleep for about two hours. This has been happening lately and is making me angry. I got up to use the bathroom again and could hear more noise! I'll spare you the details but I doubt they'll remember what they were doing in the morning.
Talk about a wild night.
I"m really surprised my husband was able to go back to sleep. I half expected him to suggest we join them or something:)