Last week, the neighborhood threw a "Verification Day" block party. There were bounce houses for the kids (yes, there are kids—they are told the truth age-appropriately, which is a whole other article). There was a pie-eating contest. And at sunset, someone put on a slideshow of "The Year in Verified Moments"—which were just photos of people laughing, cooking together, fixing fences, and occasionally, holding hands.
I did not plan to get Verified. I planned to lock my doors, eat my spinach dip alone, and pretend the whole thing was a stress-induced hallucination. me and the town of nymphomaniacs neighborhood verified
You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a neighborhood talent show where the winner is a parrot who knows the theme song to The Office . Last week, the neighborhood threw a "Verification Day"
Living the High Life: Me and the "Town of Maniacs" Neighborhood And at sunset, someone put on a slideshow