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How many times have I crooned about my love for Five Points? Well, add one more to the list.
This weekend brought our neighborhood block party, which turned out to be less and more than we had imagined.
We were severely disappointed at the lack of cloggers present. See cloggers advertised on the sign? Not a clog in sight. That part sucked. I was so poised for some action shots of good cloggers.
But the rest of the party was fabulous. I think The Boy nearly came out of his skin that morning; could you imagine being seven years old and waking up one morning to find a Moon Bounce within mere yards of your front door? The boys walked down to Hardees for breakfast, and when they came back, The Boy said, “Sarah, they have a Moon Bounce down there. And dogs. It’s basically my heaven.”
It’s so nice to be seven.
No cloggers? Damn! I stayed away precisely because of Fear of Cloggers. Something about clogging jiggles my atoms, and not in a good way.
Not a clogger in sight. We looked everywhere: in the trees, under bushes.. and not a one. I’m sorry about your weird atoms and all, but the lack of cloggers made me frown.
I wish we had a block party. Or neighborhood cohesion of any sort, really. I don’t think a mutual hatred of those jack-assy teenagers who light off fireworks until 11 p.m. throughout June and July really counts. But I could totally rock the moon bounce action.