The Party Pains of Silver Shell

I live in a quiet neighborhood. Once its past 11pm, there's a warm, comfy blanket of tranquility that covers the colony. This pleasant peace, however, was bludgeoned to death by the new family that moved into Silver Shell a few months ago.

Partying is a great stress buster. Everyone needs to freak out once in a while. I do too. The only difference is that people like me and many of you are aware of the 'somewhat insignificant' process our body performs every night, called sleep. The new family that moved into Silver Shell (yes, I will keep referring to them as 'the new family that moved into Silver Shell', because I wouldn't want to take names, knowing the company they keep) assumes that they live in the heart of a deserted town and allow themselves to party like maniacs at every available opportunity. To our dismay, their favorite opportunities happen to come along post 11pm, which leaves everyone else frustrated and ensures that I suffer a day long migraine the next day.

Obviously, approaching the Police isn't an option since a 'certain member of my family' favors them much more than that member favors me (you know who), so my last futile attempt at getting them to quiet down resulted in me getting the dirtiest look of the century from '***** dear'.

Their parents really take the cake. They are unreasonably supportive of their children and they take pride in the way their children abuse the freedom given to them. I remember one particular party that lasted through the night, till eight in the morning. The last party was on Sunday (which miraculously ended by 01:00am), so you can imagine the plight of all the people who have to wake up to Monday morning blues, with an additional headache.

I've hit a dead end. Yelling at them to "STFU!" was my one and only option which has been ruled out thanks to a 'certain family member'. I could really use some tips here, or I might just pick up a chainsaw and decide to attend their next party.