The Birling Day argument

Last night I reacted badly to my neighbor's Christmas party running late. Basically it was a nice and reasonably quiet party until about eleven. Then it got rowdy and loud. This was Sunday night and I work a normal 9 to 5 week. Part of my frustration was that we were told the party would wind down at eleven. I reacted badly and got bitchy on social media. That was passive-aggressive and mean and I've since apologized.

But my roommate dressed me down for it this morning and a couple of her arguments are sort of weird.
1) It's only once a year. Okay, I once lived near a college party house. Literally, the neighbors used to get together and agree on who would all the cops the next time the kids threw a party. So, yeah, the neighbors are being inconsiderate only once a year could be a thing.

2) Kat, my roommate, has chronic pain issues and there are things she can't do around the house. Our neighbors are good about helping her out. So they are nice people and it's not cool to be mean to nice people does make sense.

However, Kat's argument came out more along the lines of don't piss them off because we sometimes need their help. I can't help but think of this as the Birling Day argument: he's an abusive ass but he's a big tipper and it's only once a year.

I'd rather go with I'm not the kind of person who does mean things which, granted, I have to work on.