TheOtherVillainess
Luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.....
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So this afternoon was the annual Holidaze parade and tree lighting ceremony. As a member of city council, DH was supposed to ride on the city's float in the parade. DS and I got to ride along and it was kind of..well..interesting.
The 'float' was in actuality a decorated trailer with bales of hay for the riders to sit on that had been hooked to the back of a truck. It was decorated with white tissue paper stuffed into a chicken wire mesh that had been wrapped around the bottom of the trailer. There was a large banner with the city logo as well as two giant wooden snowmen ( one on either end of the trailer). There were also numerous Boy and Girl scout 'floats' as well as 4 horses (one decorated for the season with a green saddle blankete that had sparkles and stuff as well as matching reins that were gold and had big green flaggy things hanging off of them). One of the horses even had red and white candy canes painted on his bottom with what appeared to be glitter paint. The high school cheerleaders had a float and some of them walked behind it so they could pass out candy canes.
While we were waiting for everything to get organized, I sat on the curb (we were in a parking lot while they organized the floats into some sort of order) with DS and blew bubbles for him. Off to one side were a group of Boy Scouts, probably in the 9-11 year old age range, playing in a small ditch.
B1=Boy 1, B2=Boy 2 and so on and so forth.
B1: Let's play army!
B2: Yeah! I'm the biggest offender!
B3-5: Let's get the biggest offender!
B2: I got a GRENADE! *holds up a rock*
B1: I got a BIGGER GRENADE! *holds up a slightly bigger rock*
B3: Every idiot for themselves! *dives into the ditch*
B1 to B2: You suck.
B4 (who sounded very English): Don't say suck. It's not becoming. Say...you're horrible or you're a great big poodiehead.
Scoutmaster:
Den mother:
Me:
I guess in years past, the participants in the parade have thrown candy from their floats to kids who lined up along the parade route. This year, it was banned because (or at least I was told anyway) some kid ran out into the street to pick up a piece of candy and nearly got flattened. I felt sorry for the poor kids who were standing there with their little bags out, waiting for us to throw them candy. The HS cheerleaders who walked behind their float would go out and give out candy canes to as many kids as they could, which I thought was kind of cute. One kid, however, made me want to smack him.
Kid: GIIIMMMMEEE CAAAANNNDDDY!
Me: I'm sorry we don't have any.
Kid: GIMMMMEEE CAAANDDDYYY!
Me: *shrug* Sorry.
He proceeded to chase the float down the street until his mom realized he might actually follow us the entire route of the parade, at which point she came and retrieved him. She was leading him back to where they were sitting and the kid turned around and gave us the finger. We went around a corner after that and I didn't see what happened afterwards.
So I got to be in my first parade, even if it was just a little one.
The city float was packed with kids who sang loudly and out of tune, which made me smile and I got to wave to lotsa people like I was somebody important. 
TOV
The 'float' was in actuality a decorated trailer with bales of hay for the riders to sit on that had been hooked to the back of a truck. It was decorated with white tissue paper stuffed into a chicken wire mesh that had been wrapped around the bottom of the trailer. There was a large banner with the city logo as well as two giant wooden snowmen ( one on either end of the trailer). There were also numerous Boy and Girl scout 'floats' as well as 4 horses (one decorated for the season with a green saddle blankete that had sparkles and stuff as well as matching reins that were gold and had big green flaggy things hanging off of them). One of the horses even had red and white candy canes painted on his bottom with what appeared to be glitter paint. The high school cheerleaders had a float and some of them walked behind it so they could pass out candy canes.
While we were waiting for everything to get organized, I sat on the curb (we were in a parking lot while they organized the floats into some sort of order) with DS and blew bubbles for him. Off to one side were a group of Boy Scouts, probably in the 9-11 year old age range, playing in a small ditch.
B1=Boy 1, B2=Boy 2 and so on and so forth.
B1: Let's play army!
B2: Yeah! I'm the biggest offender!
B3-5: Let's get the biggest offender!
B2: I got a GRENADE! *holds up a rock*
B1: I got a BIGGER GRENADE! *holds up a slightly bigger rock*
B3: Every idiot for themselves! *dives into the ditch*
B1 to B2: You suck.
B4 (who sounded very English): Don't say suck. It's not becoming. Say...you're horrible or you're a great big poodiehead.
Scoutmaster:
Den mother:
Me:
I guess in years past, the participants in the parade have thrown candy from their floats to kids who lined up along the parade route. This year, it was banned because (or at least I was told anyway) some kid ran out into the street to pick up a piece of candy and nearly got flattened. I felt sorry for the poor kids who were standing there with their little bags out, waiting for us to throw them candy. The HS cheerleaders who walked behind their float would go out and give out candy canes to as many kids as they could, which I thought was kind of cute. One kid, however, made me want to smack him.
Kid: GIIIMMMMEEE CAAAANNNDDDY!
Me: I'm sorry we don't have any.
Kid: GIMMMMEEE CAAANDDDYYY!
Me: *shrug* Sorry.
He proceeded to chase the float down the street until his mom realized he might actually follow us the entire route of the parade, at which point she came and retrieved him. She was leading him back to where they were sitting and the kid turned around and gave us the finger.
We went around a corner after that and I didn't see what happened afterwards.So I got to be in my first parade, even if it was just a little one.
The city float was packed with kids who sang loudly and out of tune, which made me smile and I got to wave to lotsa people like I was somebody important. TOV
