Ah, the block party. As the newest member of the block (and the only family who wasn't here to attend last summer's block party), I was somehow nominated to plan this year's. Which, to be honest, wasn't really THAT much work (couple phone calls, some typing, a few errands . . . .).
And then the actual day arrived. Today, we had a hot and humid day with random strong thunderstorms floating around the state. At 5:30, just before the party was to start, we made the call to carry on with the party in spite of the line of frighteningly strong storms moving across the lake from Chicago. At 6:00, the neighbors came out of their houses with meat to grill, beer, and yummy treats to share. Nametags were worn and we met a few new faces on our street. At about 6:15, the much-anticipated fire truck and police car made their appearance, and the kids went crazy, climbing up inside, hearing the horn, watching the flashers. Our neighbor Caden, in particular, pretty much wants to LIVE inside a fire truck, so he was beside himself with glee. At about 6:30, the sky darkened ominously. At 6:48, the downpour began, and that was the end of the 2007 block party. And that's all I have to say about that.
1 comment:
ha ha...I have to say it was the BEST 45 minute block party EVER! Good work! And my stomach seriously hurt all night from eating my dinner so fast/chasing Tommy down the street every 5 minutes...
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