College Ave.

July 21, 2009 by Black Belt Mama · 1 Comment
Filed under: Neighborhood

Our street is gradually filling up with new homes and families. Only a few building lots still remain. The two best ones are beside me and down the street beside my friend. The lot premiums on them are a little steep so they've been sitting for a long time.

A couple weeks ago, a much older couple looked at the lot beside us. They had come by with their realtor on a Saturday when we were all gathered on a neighbor's patio having beer and smores; and then they came back again with some relatives on a Sunday. They have college-aged kids and although I hear they were very nice from the neighbors on the other side of the lot, we are all kind of hoping for people with younger kids. Oh, and party people or party tolerant would be nice as well. This street isn't nicknamed "College Ave." by the rest of the neighborhood for nothing.

The people looking at the lot beside us were really hoping to find a pre-existing house. The fact that my IPOD was blaring "Blame it on the Alcohol" while I cleaned out my car out front probably didn't help either.

Last week, we were hanging out down the street at my friend's house and someone came to look at the lot beside them. They were back for the second time and my friend wasn't happy about it. Apparently, during their first visit, they avoided eye contact and seemed extremely unfriendly. This night was no different. The builder rep said hello to us and the couple ignored all of us. There were at least six adults out front talking and the kids were running around having a water gun battle royale with a little help from me.

I offered to go get my IPOD to scare them away, but it wasn't necessary. The couple didn't have any kids and between the six houses that hang out regularly, we have 13.5 kids. They were pretty much all present and running around like crazy chasing each other. Add to that a couple other neighborhood kids who stopped by and Big I's friend who was spending the night. It wasn't exactly a peaceful night in the neighborhood.

After the couple walked away, the builder rep drove down the street and I stopped him.

"So, did you sell that lot tonight?"

"Hmph," he chuckled, "this was the second time they came to see it. I had the paperwork all ready to go and they said they had to 'think about it.' I didn't count on there being some crazy kid with a hose and an army of kids having a watergun battle."

We both laughed and then I told him that if they want "quiet," they don't want to be beside us or my friend. I pointed at the lot sandwiched between two homes who belong to people you only see driving to and from their houses and told him that was where they wanted to be. I also put in a request for party people or party tolerant people for both lots. He said he'd get right on that.

In a neighborhood where the beer pong table circulates like play group might in an ordinary neighborhood. . . in a neighborhood where Flip Cup is the grown-up entertainment after a kid birthday party has winded down, only those two scenarios will do.

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Beer Pong in Suburbia

May 17, 2009 by Black Belt Mama · 9 Comments
Filed under: Neighborhood

When I decided to move to this neighborhood, I knew it was a great family neighborhood and that the girls would have tons of friends. What I didn't know, was that I was moving onto a street with some of the coolest people on the planet.

Case in point: beer pong at a 1-year old's birthday party last night.

I'm not ashamed that I walked home last night proclaiming that my neighbor Jen and I are beer pong champions of the neighborhood. We didn't have a four game run to stay quiet about it, especially since we were the only female contenders and were playing all the guys from the neighborhood. I'm not even embarrassed that I announced to my neighbors who were just arriving home from the beach that they were missing a great party, "the best 1-year old birthday party I've been to EVAH."

Yes, that's a direct quote.

I will also admit that I am strongly considering having t-shirts made for me and my awesome beer pong partner. I will wear mine with pride.

No, I certainly didn't move here to have happy hour mojitos on the driveway down the street. I didn't move here because beer pong is one of this street's favorite past times. I consider all of this bonus.

Big. Time. Bonus.

Did I mention my partner and I had a four game winning streak?

Uh-huh, that's right.