So I ended up doing absolutely nothing about the neighborhood block party last night. I just instructed everyone in my family to not answer the door between 6:30-8:00 lest it be a neighbor coming to demand their party.
I started to feel rather uncomfortable yesterday when I noticed signs all along the roads announcing all the parties that evening (remember each street was supposed to plan their own get-together to take place on Oct. 7). And even more uncomfortable at the communal mailboxes* where there were flyers stuck all over the place (“See You Tonight, Elm Street Residents! It’s going to be FUN! BYOB!”)
I officially tried to crawl under a rock today when I got this email from the lady who is in charge of all of us block captains:
When you get a chance, please shoot me a rough estimate of the number of folks (including kids) that attended. I’d like to get a blurb together for the newsletter. Also, I’ve received a few pics and heard some success stories… If you can take a moment, I’d love to have a little diddy about your street’s night! Thanks so much for everything you do to help make this subdivision a great community!!”
Like I said, I’m a loser.
*those ugly and loathesome reminders of just how lazy our mail carriers have gotten. I want to see you, Ms. Mailman, in your jaunty blue shorts with your mailbag slung over your shoulder walking from house to house like in the good ol’ days. Or at least driving a cute little USPS jeep from mailbox to mailbox. I don’t want to see you in your tight jeans, listening to your ipod, driving your Ford Explorer with giant speakers in the back.)