Block Party
Sunday was the first time I ever helped organize a block party. It's also the first time I've lived in a place friendly enough to have a community party, save for college. So I guess this is my first community party without drugs.
It was a smashing success. Two other women and I put it together, and we had about 100 people. I was in charge of food, which meant Mark and his sons were making grilled cheese sandwiches for everyone. I was impressed with how hard the guys worked. It just goes to show you: 14-year-olds will sit in front of the computer for hours, but asked to really participate, they can and will. Who knew?
One of the high points - besides my neighbor's peach cobbler, which rocked - was the arrival of the FIREMEN!!! Three trucks arrived, and all the moms' knees were a-quiver. Six months pregnant with little makeup on, I still sashayed up to those fine men to greet them. Fortunately our face painter gal was sparking with one of the hunks (NOTE: They are talking behind Viv on the horse, above). I took her aside and said, "We are all a bunch of moms, so you have to do this for us: Someone has to date one of them." I also wanted details, but I resisted saying that.
That looks like a blast. I have to admit, I've always been a tiny bit envious of neighborhoods with block parties. That's one thing that's just never worked out for me. My mom's block, on the other hand, does them up right. You know they're going well when the police show up to restock the beer supplies.
it is my first dose of Mayberry as well. Our firefighters judged our egg toss.
charlie-
checked our your website. very cute! well put together and great subject matter.
Thank you! Stop by tomorrow for a chance to win a book. Oops, I didn't say that out loud, did I?