**AITA for Getting Legitimately Pissed Off at My Neighbor’s Poorly Timed “Solar Eclipse Rave” That Blocked My View of the Once-in-a-Decade Apocalypse?**

AITA for getting legitimately pissed off at my neighbor’s poorly timed “Solar Eclipse Rave” that blocked my view of the once-in-a-decade apocalypse?

So, my dude (M32) and I (F31) spent months prepping for the Great American Eclipse 2024. Got the fancy glasses, drove to the path of totality, set up a nice picnic blanket in a field. Perfect.

THE MOMENT.
We’re staring up, glasses on, feeling the cosmic vibes. Totality hits—it’s dark, the temperature drops, crickets go wild. I’m having a spiritual awakening, right? Then MY NEIGHBOR (M54) FROM THREE TRAILERS DOWN FIRES UP A GENERATOR AND BLASTS “TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART” BY BONNIE TYLER AT 110 DECIBELS.

He’s got strobe lights. He’s wearing a cardboard sun mask. He’s screaming “BOW DOWN TO SATURN, YOU COWARDS!” while his golden retriever barks at the sky.

I missed the entire diamond ring effect because I was busy dodging a rogue glow stick that hit me in the eye (yes, I’m fine, but my eclipse glasses are now cracked). He says I’m overreacting and that the eclipse is “literally a cosmic rave anyway.”

AITA? I feel like he ruined the only celestial event I’ll ever see this clearly, but maybe I’m just a buzzkill.

TL;DR: Neighbor turned the solar eclipse into a neon-themed, off-key funeral rave. I’m blind-ish and pissed. Rate my karma.

(P.S. — I reported him to the park rangers. They laughed and confiscated his glow sticks. Worth it?)