#willow.event02

[willowglenhq]

wghq  event  002:  the  fifth  annual  summer  block  party  !

when the summer hits and you need a reason to get out of the house, the annual summer block party is the way to go. for five years, willow square closes down for one full weekend for residents to shop, eat and party their way through the start of the summer. on behalf of mayor langford, the annual summer block party was started as a means to welcome in the summer months and to bring out the residents of willow glen for a full weekend of fun.

the shops of willow square open their doors to the residents with discounted items and various booths, including a free third scoop of ice cream for every two sold at georgia's, buy one get one free blind boxes at tiny sprouts, and the chance to win two free tickets to the next dallas lone stars game at discovery park. a few booths from fern valley farm come into town for the special event with their beautiful tulip bouquets for purchase along with their delicious jams, popcorn and fresh donuts.

the block party is a family friendly affair for residents of all ages until 9pm, when it becomes adults only. sorry to our littlest residents of willow glen, but there is a strict curfew of 8:30pm for those who are not 18+. before going home, all residents will be permitted to enjoy a fireworks show starting promptly at 7pm. any stragglers caught after 9pm will be asked to leave. at this time, residents will be able to partake in alcoholic beverages and activities at their lesiure. there will be 40% off ubers using the code WGPARTY for all of those who may have a little too much fun by night's end.

food trucks. there are seven food trucks parked along willow square. there are trucks for tacos / street foods, barbecue, gourmet burgers, beverages ( smoothies, boba and fresh lemonade ), desserts, plant based american street foods and a cocktail beverage truck.

friendly competitions. residents can participate in sock races, three - legged races, tug of war, pie eating contests, cookie decorating contests, sidewalk chalk, arts and crafts, lifesize board games, cornhole and more !

entertainment. there is a live dj and a section for a dance floor for the residents looking to dance all night long. there is an outdoor karaoke bar for those wanting to sing their favorite tunes. at around 9pm, there will be a wet t-shirt contest for those who would like to participate. the winner of the wet t-shirt contest can win an all expenses paid night out to the hollow grain and a two - night stay at the ivey for two.

booths. along the street are various booths for residents to partake in, as each dollar made will be donated to willow glen fire foundation, station 17's own charity that provides fire education and assistance to burn survivors with housing, meals and medication. the booths around the square are a volunteer based kissing booth, ollie blair's face painting booth, a photo booth, fortune telling and more !

along with the block party comes a little bit of debauchery, including the wonderfully messy truth booth. throughout the week, attendees of the block party will be asked to approach the truth booth and will be asked questions they are expected to be truthful about. get it ? the questions will come in the form of confessional style, where residents will be set up in front of a camera and encouraged to give their most truthful answer, regardless of the lie sure to be lingering on their tongue. though, there is the chance that everyone may know about what they say, so they better choose their words wisely.

ooc information.

welcome to willow glen's second event ! to celebrate the start of summer and our two month anniversary, all residents are welcome to celebrate with us !

who: everyone !

what: the fifth annual summer block party.

when: one summer weekend ( ooc: from june 22nd to june 29th ).

where: willow square ( ooc: on tumblr dash ! ).

for your listening pleasure : playlist.

the truth booth is our twist on honesty hour this go around ! by liking this event announcement, you are confirming that you would like to participate in the truth booth. these asks are to be sent throughout the week and can be answered at any time, but are encouraged to post at random for spontaneity ! for everyone participating, please do your best to send at least two asks to assist with fairness and making sure everyone is included.

if you would like for your muse to have a booth of their own, please let us know at your earliest convenience. please keep in mind that while the event is over the course of weekend, the event will continue for one week out of character. you are welcome to continue your threads at the event's conclusion, but we ask that you do not start any new threads.

please tag all event related posts ( open starters, outfit graphics, social media edits, etc. ) with the tags willow.event02 and willow.blockparty for everyone to see your beautiful creations !

[sundazeds]

status   :   open for all ! location   :   on the edge of  the party   —   food trucks !

" wait, try this ! " jina is beaming, grinning ear to ear with a ketchup coated tornado potato in one hand. she's been having the time of her life at the block party, flitting around as if she was determined to do everything possible. " wait, okay— i promise this is the last thing i want you to try. who wouldn't want a potato like this ? i feel like we never have something like this over at the lot. come on, please ? "

[r3spair]

      ˏ      open；   summer   block   party,   pie   eating   contest

               “   no,   no.   i   can   do   it—   i   swear,   i   can   do   it   .   .   .   ”   though,   her   current   condition,   slouched   as   she   is,   with   ribbons   of   pie   daubing   her   nose   and   cheeks   and,   a   bit   of   her   blouse,   might   suggest   otherwise.   shakily,   mavis   leans   in   for   another   bite;   she   wants   this,   more   than   anything   she   has   ever   wanted,   more   than   anything   she   has   ever   wanted   in   the   last   ten   minutes,   and   was   determined,   at   least,   up   until   a   moment   ago,   when   her   tummy   began   to   bark   at   her,   to   win.   she   wasn’t   sure   what   the   prize   for   winning   was,   even,   but   assumed   it   must   be   in   the   winning,   and   in   the   pie   eating,   itself.   however,   and   so,   so   sadly,   she   is   losing   steam,   and   cannot   seem   to   make   it   through   more   chewing—   with   a   little   pout,   and   one,   impassioned   sigh,   mavis   will   throw   in   her   towel.   when   the   contest   is   at   its   end,   she   will   lift   her   cheek   from   the   table,   and   begin   to   slide,   much   like   a   noodle,   from   her   chair.   “   ohhhh,   save   me!   save   me,   i   ate   too   much—   i   don’t   think   i   can   stand   up!   ”

[fawnvinyl]

                        it   all   happened   so   quickly.   she's   sat,   head   nuzzled   against   toddler's   temple   while   helping   guide   unsteady   hand   to   fill   in   outline   she'd   prepared   on   truck-shaped cookie,   clearly   unaware   of   the   chubby-cheeked   mischief   on   her   son's   face   while   a   plan   brewed.   "   i   help   paint   your   cookie.   "   the   strength   of   a   three   year   old   is   no   joke,   taken   aback   by   how   quickly   sol   is   able   to   snatch   his   hand   away   and   squeeze   piping   bag   so   hard   that   the   cap   comes   clean   off,   green   frosting   splattering   over   nearby   work,   a gasp leaving her mouth before any words can.   "   ...   baby,   do   you   remember   what   mommy   said   about   keeping   our   hands   to   ourselves   ?   "   the   question   is   met   with   an   immediate   shake   of   his   head,   a grimace growing on her face, already   distracted   by   something   else.

doe   eyes   hesitantly   raise,   another   apology   readied   in   the   chamber   for   whatever   insult   she   assumes   they'll   hurl.   "   sorry,   he   ...   he   usually   doesn't   do   that.   "   a   mumble,   reaching   over   for   a   napkin   and   attempting   to   clean   up   the   mess. " did we get any on you ? "

block party, open starter.

[cl0vrs]

✴︎    𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧    𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫,    𝙩𝙝𝙚    𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠    𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮    𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜    𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝    .

━━━    ✴︎    the   lone   stars   branded   training   shirt   clings   to   dominic's   sweaty   torso,   grateful   for   the   canopy   that   shades   the   kissing   booth.   dom's   knee   bounces,   eyes   find   the   sign   again: 

' DALLAS   LONE   STARS,   PUCKS   AND   PECKS:   kissing   booth   fundraiser.   with   #17   dominic   khadra.   $20   =   one   kiss,   $30   =   a   kiss   and   a   photo,   $50   skip   the   line   privileges.   

all   proceeds   go   to   charity. '

that's   the   catch,   isn't   it   ?   all   proceeds   go   to   charity.   how   could   he   outright   refuse   when   the   funds   raised   would   go   towards   helping   underprivilieged   kids   access   the   sport   that   had   given   him   everything   ?   it's   only   been   thirty-five   minutes   into   his   two-hour   commitment   and   he's   signed   more   ‘   khadra   ‘   merch   than   he   could   count,   kissed   more   fans   than   he   ever   would   have   anticipated.   one   had   simply   wanted   to   touch   the   knuckles   that   had   broken   a   rival   team-member’s   front   teeth   …   weird.   two   fingers   hook   under   the   collar   of   his   shirt   as   he   savors   the   last   of   his   break,   a   futile   attempt   to   send   cooling   air   to   wet   skin   when   his   eyes   land   upon   a   welcome   figure.   "   oh,   hey   !   you   here   to   kiss   me,   too   ?   "   he   teases,   motioning   them   over   with   a   relieved   smile.

[lovehards]

⌗    𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋    ,         station 17 booth    . 

               "  fifty  seven  ,  fifty  eight  ,  fifty  nine  .  .  .  ugh  ,  you're  kidding  ,  how  are  we  possibly  a  hundred  forty  one  dollars  short  ?  "  she'd  spend  the  better  half  of  the  day  helping  station  17  count  their  donations  ,  so  completely  lost  in  a  spreadsheet  that  for  a  moment  it  felt  like  the  numbers  were  starting  to  scramble  themselves  on  the  page  .  "  maybe  i'm  counting  this  wrong  .  .  .  i  can't  remember  the  last  time  i  dealt  with  actual  paper  money  i  feel  like  i'm  getting  all  my  bills  mixed  up  ,  "  huff  pushes  past  her  lips  before  she  stands  from  her  chair  ,  between  the  heat  ,  the  people  and  the  math  she  was  just  about  ready  to  pass  out  exactly  where  she  stood  .  "  please  get  me  out  of  here  for  a  few  minutes  .  .  .  i  need  something  cold  before  i  burst  into  tears  because  i  have  to  tell  the  chief  we  didn't  reach  the  goal  after  i'm  the  one  who  pushed  to  make  it  higher  ,  "  always  the  overachiever  ,  especially  when  it  came  to  her  community  .

[delicatefm]

NADIA BECKER ❤️ WILLOW GLEN BLOCK PARTY

can't tame her magic energy. she's so magnetic, pulls you in every time.

[lovehards]

⌗    𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋    ,         dining area @ the block party     . 

               "  fuckin'  hell  .  .  i  think  i'm  about  to  explode  ,  "  had  just  practically  devoured  her  weight  in  barbecue  ,  nothing  left  on  the  tray  that  once  held  her  food  aside  from  a  few  bones  and  some  spare  crumbs  of  the  parts  of  the  hotdog  buns  she  couldn't  bring  herself  to  finish  .  two  were  tucked  away  in  a  corner  ,  couldn't  have  been  comfortable  enough  to  devour  this  much  food  in  front  of  the  public  eye  ,  any  sense  of  decorum  completely  flown  from  the  window  anywhere  a  rack  of  ribs  was  involved  .  she  sits  back  in  the  metal  chair  ,  one  hand  lifted  to  pat  her  full  stomach  while  the  other  brings  a  napkin  to  swipe  away  any  stray  drops  of  barbecue  sauce  from  the  corner  of  her  mouth  .  "  we  need  to  go  walk  around  for  a  bit  so  i  can  make  room  for  a  sweet  treat  because  i  am  not  leaving  here  without  whatever  that  fucking  peach  cobbler  looking  thing  was  at  the  georgia's  stand  ⸺  and  don't  give  me  that  shit  about  not  wanting  dessert  because  i  know  you  do  .  .  .  and  i'm  not  gonna  enjoy  it  unless  you  have  something  too  .  "