Join 'em.

Last weekend there was neighborhood block party on my street. I was in my room trying to ignore humanity while reading my book about the fall of Berlin, but the band playing across the street was so loud that the windows in my house were rattling. I decided to employ the same tactic that I used during my freshmen year of college when my next door neighbor had a stripper over at 4am on a Tuesday; might as well see what all of the fuss is about.

And just like freshmen year in college, it was a good idea. Not only were there barbecues and a pretty good r&b band, but there was also a trampoline and clowns and lots of cute little kids.

Southeast continues to surpass all expectations.