Fetti Cookies

My neighbors across the street threw a party this weekend for everyone that lived on Kennedy Street. It was appropriately named, the Kennedy Street Block Party, although it was more of a front porch party that a block party. It had a great turn out. However I kind of wish there were more people from the actual neighborhood that came. Most of the attendees were friends of there’s from work. They are really nice girls though. When my roommate and I first moved in they all brought us cookies. I didn’t even know people still did that, much less on the street that we are living on!

It was pretty comical the way it all went down. We were up stairs just listening to some music, when we here the doorbell. We look at each other like, “I’m not expecting company, are you?” So we go down and open the door, and standing on the porch are these four, seemingly identical giggly girls. And they all say in unison, “HELLOOOOO WELCOME!!! WE HAVE FETTI COOKIES!!!!” I’m not exaggerating. It was like they had rehearsed it. I was a little taken aback to be quite honest. I didn’t even know what fetti cookies were. And these girls were so full of energy! And it seemed like they were all feeding off of each others enthusiasm, almost like a pack of school children. It was so overwhelming.

So we invite them up, and as they come up the stairs it was like the end of the world. They were all over the place, moving as a pack, spending no more than 5 seconds in any one part of the house. “OH HOW COOL!” “OH HOW CUTE!” “OH MY GOSH” “SO MUCH ROOM!!” “HEY WHATS THIS!?!” When they finally left I felt the need to drank a glass of water. I felt exhausted. Like when they left they took all the energy of the house with them. But I really feel lucky to have such nice neighbors. The next block party will be at our house. We will probably need to have back up.