Rainkiss
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Sep 3, 2009
Let me put my opinion of people staying through the party without paying this way...
We got to the parade early. Not quite early enough to grab curb seats, but we were standing behind a family that was sitting down on the curb. Mom, Dad, Grandma, a couple kids in strollers, which they had parked directly behind them. I figure, okay, I can shoot pictures over a stroller, cool. The Horseman comes... and the whole family stands up directly in front of me, shuffling back and forth and making noise. (We're not talking, "oh, look kids," noise, the adults chattering excitedly back and forth and snapping flash pictures.) My total number of pictures? Zero, once you subtract the ones of the back of these people's heads. Of course, the route is now packed, no way to shift and find a better place, since we're on Main Street, we're also at the end of the route.
Pattern continues... I got some shots, mostly of the floats above their heads and in between their jack-in-the-box routines. Mostly, though, by the end of the parade I was torn between asking their names, since I had more pictures of them than of my own husband, and drawing lots to decide which of the adults to throttle.
Once the lights come back up, I realize... No wristbands.
Grr.
We got to the parade early. Not quite early enough to grab curb seats, but we were standing behind a family that was sitting down on the curb. Mom, Dad, Grandma, a couple kids in strollers, which they had parked directly behind them. I figure, okay, I can shoot pictures over a stroller, cool. The Horseman comes... and the whole family stands up directly in front of me, shuffling back and forth and making noise. (We're not talking, "oh, look kids," noise, the adults chattering excitedly back and forth and snapping flash pictures.) My total number of pictures? Zero, once you subtract the ones of the back of these people's heads. Of course, the route is now packed, no way to shift and find a better place, since we're on Main Street, we're also at the end of the route.
Pattern continues... I got some shots, mostly of the floats above their heads and in between their jack-in-the-box routines. Mostly, though, by the end of the parade I was torn between asking their names, since I had more pictures of them than of my own husband, and drawing lots to decide which of the adults to throttle.
Once the lights come back up, I realize... No wristbands.
Grr.