I was in a parade y'all!
Terri woke me up with a text message this morning asking if I wanted to be on the Lone Pine Restaurant's float. I got up, got dressed, and went upstairs to tell her no. Somehow, though, when I saw all the candy and craziness, my "no" turned into a "yes."
...and when I say craziness, I mean absolute madness.
Munds Park is a tiny town ... teeny-tiny ... the closest grocery store is more than twenty miles away ... yet, somehow, we manage to host the largest 4th of July parade in northern Arizona every year. The roads were jammed with golf carts and ATVs covered in streamers, old cars decked out in festive balloons, and trucks full of people wearing red, white, and blue. I think the whole friggin' town was either in the parade or on the sidelines watching it ... and the spectators were dressed up as much as the people they were watching.
Strangers pointed and yelled, "Hey! It's my waitress!"
I pointed and yelled, "Hey! There's a painted dog! It's red and blue!"
There was music and sun and lots of sugar and laughter.
It wasn't easy to take very many pictures when I was riding on the float and throwing candyat to kids, but I think this small sampling gives you the gist of things.
Now I have to shower and start getting ready for work. Tonight, I'm planning to wear a holiday shirt from Target and my favorite People's Liberation jeans--because displaying stars on my butt is so perfectly festive ... don't you think?
I'll have to wait until tomorrow to drive into Flagstaff and cruise Art in the Park.
There's no time left today.
Terri woke me up with a text message this morning asking if I wanted to be on the Lone Pine Restaurant's float. I got up, got dressed, and went upstairs to tell her no. Somehow, though, when I saw all the candy and craziness, my "no" turned into a "yes."
...and when I say craziness, I mean absolute madness.
Munds Park is a tiny town ... teeny-tiny ... the closest grocery store is more than twenty miles away ... yet, somehow, we manage to host the largest 4th of July parade in northern Arizona every year. The roads were jammed with golf carts and ATVs covered in streamers, old cars decked out in festive balloons, and trucks full of people wearing red, white, and blue. I think the whole friggin' town was either in the parade or on the sidelines watching it ... and the spectators were dressed up as much as the people they were watching.
Strangers pointed and yelled, "Hey! It's my waitress!"
I pointed and yelled, "Hey! There's a painted dog! It's red and blue!"
There was music and sun and lots of sugar and laughter.
It wasn't easy to take very many pictures when I was riding on the float and throwing candy
Now I have to shower and start getting ready for work. Tonight, I'm planning to wear a holiday shirt from Target and my favorite People's Liberation jeans--because displaying stars on my butt is so perfectly festive ... don't you think?
I'll have to wait until tomorrow to drive into Flagstaff and cruise Art in the Park.
There's no time left today.
2 comentarios:
I'm glad you didn't eat all the candy!!
I ate a lot of it.
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