I love hearing laughter coming from the neighbours. Reminds me of the street parties we had in our old neighbourhood. People brought tables, chairs & there were usually an abundant of food on the barbecue… Kids were running around & made quite the ruckus until it were time for the little ones to go to bed. After that it calmed down, people were talking & drinking…& by the time I was tucked in, the discussions & laughter were calmly rolling in through my window. It still puts a smile on my face. Wish more people gathered like that though. It makes a neighbourhood more tight knit I think.
But what do I know, I might be romanticising it all… Cause I do recall one incident involving bleach & someone being sent home wearing a trash bag, but that story is for another day.
|The pic doesn't relate to the topic. Just my mum & I at a festival in '92, accompanied by Lloyd, my brother's dog.|
I'll stick with gin. Champagne is just ginger ale that knows somebody. ~M*A*S*H, Hawkeye, "Ceasefire," 1973.