My neighborhood had a big shindig Tuesday night for National Night Out, which, for those of you who aren't in the know, is a convenient time to have a big block party, especially if everyone is usually too busy to get together and grill brats in the middle of the street. Our block has a great turnout every year, and some smart cookie decided to bring a Slip and Slide, which was received with great fanfare.
The blurry boy who's running to do the Slip and Slide again 1) didn't quite get the "slide" part and would flop himself down at the beginning and crawl, GI Joe-style, to the end, and 2) loved it so much he asked me if there could be another National Night Out tomorrow night.
We had egg- and water balloon-tosses out in the street, and my poor partner Elisha got splattered with egg twice and water once.
The guy who skimmed $300,000 a year off the top of NNO notwithstanding, National Night Out is my favorite holiday, and our street definitely does it up right.