Block PartAy

I had every intention of posting a blog this weekend, for your reading pleasure, but my weekend got in the way. I woke up Saturday morning convinced that I had been hit by a truck. I officially diagnosed myself with a swollen head as a result of an already large brain colliding with a semi. Unfortunately, my diagnosis was incorrect. The truck scenario really was the result of a block party. Yes, you heard correctly, a block party.

My block is diverse, to say the least. (See blog post below) As you know, I LOVE my block. I love the people, the neighborhood and the… um, the “experiences.” Friday after washing my car I took Dot for a walk. Low and behold a large group had formed in the neighboring complex. PARTAY!!! I walked with neighbor Mark to Vonns in order to buy supplies- booze, charcoal etc. We grilled cheeseburgers, drank wine and listened to the hilarious ranting and raving of our neighborhood drunk.

I don’t remember why, but at some point my friend Brian brought up his cooking blog. Oh em gee I have a blog too! Its really funny (I hope) –  yall should read it! Not more than two seconds later, Brian comes back with his guitar and his computer.

“Taylor this blog is really good! This is one is really funny- the stoner, the drunk… wait a minute. You didn’t write this about us did you?”

MOTHER. OF. GOD.

I knew that this was going to happen, but I wasn’t prepared to address the masses. “Um, no, of course not. I’ve lived a lot of places and met a ton of people. I just thought this was funny- you know every block has a stoner and a drunk!” I always have nightmares that someone is going to break into my apartment. If I disappear soon- you know who it was. The drunk and or the stoner.

The problem is that, sure, some of the descriptions were a bit crass but they were FUNNY! I wrote them to make people laugh, not to provide some sort of bitchy rant about the people I encounter and their flaws. Thankfully I was able to divert their attention to other posts yes, I really do want a pogo stick. No I’m not too big for it...jackass.

A cheeseburger, and a BOTTLE of wine later, it was probably time to throw in the towel. Of course I didn’t go home- have we met? Anywho- Brian and Todd had their guitars. It was time to do some jamming.

Editors Note: I LOVE to sing- I sing in the car, I sing in the shower, I sing in my living room etc. I shoulda been on American Idol yall… BUT I hate singing in front of others. I had no problem with it in High School and College- when I was actively in choir and practicing my craft (tehehe my craft), but I am pretty sure I am rusty. Well, apparently Charles Shaw disagrees with me. Charles told me to suggest song #41 (Dave Mathews- uh-mazing). You know what… I wasn’t that bad!!!

Wasn’t that bad: See: bottle of wine consumption; see also: I’m the shit yall.

All in all it was a fabulous night. I really love that I can hang out unplanned with all of my neighbors. I mean the age range between us is from 19-60. How awesome is that? After about an hour of singing, and moooooooore drinking it  was time to throw in the towel.  As I started to leave, my friend the drunk followed me and said:

“I really am a fan of the blog, and you in general. I have a suggestion- why don’t you add to the list of characters the bitch who thinks she can sing…” (wink wink).

Well played sir, well played. Although it was said in jest I think the old man’s still got it. Until next time…