My Front Stoop

I finally had my living-in-a-city-with-no-backyard-front-stoop-barbeque. Didn't realize what I was missing until the thought popped into my head a couple weeks ago.

It's a perfect plan...

Your friends come over, possibly some of your neighbors too. Everyone brings beer or food (or both if they're really generous, or have just thrown a BBQ of their own and have stuff left over). They all sit around on your front stoop/sidewalk, entertain you, and make you look really popular in front of your neighbors (who really don't give a shit how many white people you know).

There's no way NOT to meet expectations.

Since it's just a front-stoop-bbq and expectations are likely low, I feel no need to serve anything spectacular, so prep is easy as pie. One quick run to the store for hot dogs, sausages (if you're feeling all gourmet and shit), buns, a case of beer, and a bag of chips and you're pretty much done.

No one messes up your house.

Clean up is so easy! I mean, no one has been in your house expect to pee and probably to snoop a little bit. Perhaps there are a few footprints to mop up (if you're so inclined), but other than that - the entire mess is contained outside. We had an extra little help in our clean up, when the English Homeless Man came by and cleaned out all our empty bottles and cardboard. He even offered to condense our two recycling cans into one to make it easier on us.

I highly recommend the front-stoop-que. We got a little love from our neighbors (especially when we gave them a left-over case of beer), we got to hang with our friends for a low-stress holiday, and we didn't have to venture much further than our front door.