Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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Don't Rain on my Parade...

Also... building upon my title... Don't allow Zor Shrine Circus men on large motorcycles to fall over, thus giving a poor spectator a 3rd degree burn as the exhaust pipe - which, ladies and gentlemen, is hot as hell - touch her bare exposed leg. I dont know if the Zor rider himself was hurt, but as they're all brittle old men I wouldnt be suprised. His leg probably got caught under there too. I'll have to keep my eye open in the paper, it stopped the parade and we ended up leaving because we had to pick up my brother after they went through the parade and they had gone by. I really hope no one was seriously hurt, granted a 3rd degree burn isn't fun but it isn't lethal. This is the second time in a row one of the zor people has fallen over and been injured and an ambulance has been needed, but last year it was just a guy on the moped.

The beginning of the parade was pretty amazing though. I think the entire scene was what Horatio Alger was describing when he envisioned the American Dream, ideas of grandure and all. It was so diverse and just a huge celebration for mainly the norweigans as it is Settende Mai, but it was incredible. I saw two bag-pipe marching bands if you will.. and it was awe inspiring. It was really moving for some reason, made me feel proud of a heritage I dont even have. I guess it was more appreciation. They looked so dignified and it seriously made me want to take up the bag-pipe. I dont understand how people can find humor in kilts, when applied in this kind of a situation, I was moved. It was adorable seeing all the old women in their traditional norweigan dress and stuff... the cloggers rocked my socks off too... Gotta love smiling old folks tap-dancin' in wooden shoes. Doesn't get much better than that.

I had an interesting amalgamation of food for lunch. I wasn't initially excited about going to the parade, I guess I felt too old for it, too mature to go to a parade but this one is quite interesting. It's not some Americanized "lets look at all these trucks driving by sponsored by corporations trying to participate in a different form of advertisement" bastardization. This was a cultural celebration... of all kinds. there were brat stands, chinese food stands, short-cake, lefse, cotton candy, Tacos-in-a-bag... it was really fun. I had a bit of everything, and although I was so full I thought I'd never eat again, I am famished.

Matt called me twice yesterday, and called me this morning again at 10... I feel loved. We had a good conversation about latin and about music, I called in his CD orders today and unfortunately one of them is out of print and i'm probably going to have to put it on my credit card... but I'll talk to him about that tonight. I'm supposed to go over to Shanes but I dont know if I will... I'm mad tired and my back hurts from putting in the paddleboat. But we'll see... I'd like to see him and if I call matt from his appt. he can talk to him too. Yet, that all remains to be seen. Currently, I need to go get some grub!
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