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Shoulders Rested, Swag Collected, “Swimwear” Displayed

Thankfully for the shoulders, parade viewing options improve after lunch.

C (first thing out of her mouth later that night, to her visiting cousin): We got to go to a parade today! There were girls dancing, and boys running around in their underwear.
F: Not their underwear. Just their swimming suits.

Cory probably has the better of that argument, but…underwear, swimwear, to-MAY-to, to-MAH-to. Their proximity also won them plenty of high fives and swag from various marchers: beaded necklaces, stickers, a Whole Foods sippy cup-tube-thing, fortune cookies, etc.

D (behind them, yelling, as they turn around excited after their first high five): Wooo! Way to go, guys! Hey, anyone have a wet wipe?
D (behind them, yelling, as they turn around excited from their next high five): Wooo hooo! Think ahead! Pack Purel!

Etc. Unfortunately, the thousands of morning marchers from Apple felt content just to give out Pride salutations. That didn’t stop Daddy from trying…

D (yelling): Wooo! Hey, can you fix my phone? Yaaaaay! How do you backup Photos? Can you tell me how to…

Nary an iPad or Watch handed out either. Corporate sponsorship of Pride is great, as far as it goes…

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