The Party Block

Sean Daly: On a Party Block, a neighbor is always outside, drink in hand.

On a Party Block, this neighbor might be you. But more than likely it’s Chuck, a great guy — two tween kids, attractive wife, solid short game — who keeps a cold case of Miller Lite on call.

On a Party Block, you’re not allowed to stroll inside your house after a brutal day at work. Not even on a Tuesday. Don’t even think about it. Instead, upon pulling into your driveway, you sling your bag onto the roof of your Mazda and have a laugh with Chuck, who immediately offers you an adult beverage.

On a Party Block, Chuck does not take rejection well.

So you say, sure, Chuck ol’ pal, one beer won’t hurt . . . and before you know it, five more neighbors have wandered over, someone has busted out beach chairs, AC/DC is cranking from a radio, 15 kids the same age as your own are playing ghost in the graveyard and Chuck’s wife, Lisa, is offering to make a Publix fried-chicken run . . . and you and your briefcase STILL haven’t made it inside your house. On a Tuesday.