The Joneses, our ultimate-host neighbors were
dazed, their wine-stained welcome mat now a symbol of regret (but
excellent rosé). It was a sorry sight: The Joneses' party-planning
repertoire had been tapped-out and they were simply exhausted,
stoically retrieving wayward confetti and random feta-stuffed
olives from the patio lawn furniture (they still haven't found
So...yesterday Mrs. Jones saw us by the mailboxes and mentioned
that she and Mr. Jones would be hosting the neighborhood block
party this year - and wouldn't it be great if "another neighbor
would volunteer to do it instead." A humdinger of a hint, wouldn't
We gritted our teeth and, like complete fools, agreed to have
the block party at our house.
Thankfully, being as familiar as we are with Fiesta stores, we
knew exactly where to go. Conveniently, there's a Fiesta right
down the street, and each of the department managers helped us put
this thing together. We were worried, fearful that the cookout
would be mediocre compared to the almost Gatsby-esque Jones'
gatherings, but the quality was definitely there:
Between the Angus beef, marinaded meats and jumbo shrimp,
everyone should be pleased as punch with the grilled offering... In
addition to the meat, we picked up fresh pineapple and bell
peppers, plus ingredients for the grilled chicken kabobs that the
kids love from the Recipe Corner. How 'bout bruschetta? A
few loaves of French bread ought to be more than enough.
Drinks were easy too: sodas, enhanced water/carbonated
water/spring water, water, water...everything we needed. Ditto for
wines and beer. We also picked up extra paper towels, too, just in
case one of the kids dropped a cupcake on the couch again. What a
waste; those cupcakes are amazing...
Needless to say, the party went quite well - the food was
spectacular, the guests were happy, the Joneses' cat showed up -
and we set a new benchmark of party standards.
Now the Jones' are trying to keep up.