Okay. Maybe not my parade. But A parade, definitely. Yesterday, I got (quite honestly) dragged to the Rose Festival’s Grand Floral Parade. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but I like to sleep in on Saturdays. Crazy idea, I know.
Anyway. We (Mum, Opus and I) set up on Broadway and Washington in the middle of the crosswalk:
(I brought some parade knitting)
And, despite the roads all being closed and people crossing wherever they felt like it, I was certain for the first hour or so that one of the cops was going to ask us to move. I took over 100 photos, most of which at someone else’s request. Crowd (and personal) favorites would have to have been:
The African band and “kinetic sculptures” (oh, yeah, I worked that in)
A trio of interpretive peacocks
who were also quite inquisitive
the Color Guard from our sister city’s (Kaoshiung) marching band
The Calgary Stampede (complete with synchronized horses, etc) straight from Canada
Aannd, saving the best for last just for you Xa:
A pirate float
At some point during all this, it started to rain. True Oregonians either: a) ignored it or b) pulled up their hoods or hats. Mum and I, being East Coast bred, pulled out an umbrella:
Me? I prefer to stay dry. I could feel Opus rolling her eyes at me, though. Pfft to her. I have to go to work in half an hour, but wanted to post this before I forgot why I took half the pictures here.
That float rocks my face off! The most exciting thing I did yesterday was help move wet stuff out of my parents’ basement, thanks to the monsoons we’ve been having.
Kilts!! Yay!