“What the heck is a block party?” Deck asked.
“It’s a gathering of neighbors. Food is shared, drinks and spilled. It’s a good way to meet those around us. It’s an incredible uncomfortable and forced way to meet the people around us, but it is a way,” Amy replied.
“So if we meet these people that live around us are they less likely to call city code enforcement about the dead tree in our front yard?” Deck asked.
“Probably not, but they’ll at least be able to say the dead tree is at Deck’s house. We have to go for a little while. I do have a plan to get in and out. And it plays on the theme. The 1990s.” Amy said. A devilish grin crept over her face and the two began to discuss their plan.
The day of the block party arrived and the couple prepared for their five minute appearance.
At the end of the block smoke rose from a collection of Weber grills. The scent of ketchup and dill pickle relish rode the breeze. Deck and Amy were both mildly annoyed by the pop music coming from someone’s small blue tooth speaker, but they let it slide. They were more annoyed by their own outfits. Continue reading