Yay!

There's a street party Monday, and we're invited!

In case you forgot: our street in Lexington had a party. We were not invited. We lived on a cul-de-sac. So one night we came home to find the end of the street cordoned off, speakers on stands, a band, and every single neighbor partying away. They played 'till about midnight, while we lay in bed and listened.

Wah. We're pathetic.

But hark! What street party doth yonder break? I came home today to find a flyer taped to our mail flap. It's an invitation to the street party, where we'll be eating BBQ and hanging out with our neighbor peeps and generally being all neighborly.

And get this: the flyer openly says that we're not getting a permit. We're just roping off the street "old-style" which apparently means chairs and a ladder! I love these people!