Well, it's past tomorrow.
So here goes.
After the band's
Before leaving Saint Louis I prepared these beautiful trash bag coats for the girls
here you go, the full length view...I'll take orders later.
We arrived at the parade route around 630am to a throng of coach buses
where our resident equipment/cheerleader dad lead us in our customary Lindbergh spirit cheer F-L-Y...E-R-S (repeat x3), flyers,flyers are the best. Then anyone sitting around us, say like the Wisconsin fans knew we were a crowd pumped with pride.
Here's what you don't see on HGTV
As mine and Tina's handy float work approached I belted out "look at that raccoon, with its macaroon coconut and black onion seed"...we laughed while those unaware of our float decorator talents sat amazed at my ability to tell the natural material used from a distance.
They kept on coming--the floats, the bands, the horses
and with horses come...
Then... THE MOMENT WE HAD BEEN WAITING FOR...
The MOMENT in which we sold SEVEN MILES OF BANDWICHES...
Then in the blink of an eye the kids marched right on past us
Ask any of us parents what tune the kids were playing as they passed us...we couldn't tell you. Why? Because we were cheering and whistling for them so loud nothing else could be heard. Ask a kid what was the greatest part of the parade and they will all tell you it was marching past section 1680 and feeling the oozing over-flow of parental pride and love. (Don't worry we watched the video later to hear what we drowned out.) It was better than knowing they were on TV.
What they didn't tell us until after the parade was that our band director struggled to keep the pace walking in his ill health. That he was chauffeured on a scooter along the route, stepping back onto the pavement as he approached our section. He rose to the occasion for everyone else...but mostly for the kids. Sitting by his elderly mother, who joined us on the trip, she had tears in her eyes. It must have been both difficult and joyous for her to see her son on that day of accomplishment for his young students.
Now what I want to know is who got stuck cleaning up after all those curbside campers? Those parade watchers are some messy folk!
(See the blue line? If you dare to step over that line during the parade you are subject to arrest.)
Then it was back to the hotel. To pack up the truck. Uhg! (yes turth be told this was the point when I got totally verklempted packing those rose flags; as I realized the Tournament of Roses Parade was forever the final band performance that one of my offspring would be a part of).
Then kids came with lots and lots of suitcases!!
Since our body's fuel tanks were running on empty the best way to fill them up again was with a party. It's time to celebrate on the Queen Mary! Which meant fancy party clothes for a special dinner. It meant time to thank a band director who made the trip in the name of the kids with the seniors performing the Alma mater..
and more dancing...
and even more dancing.
We drug our worn out selves back to the hotel for one last night and this time a good nights sleep (okay well not me because I tended to vomit explosions all night) where dreams of memories made will be treasured forever.
Especially for these thirty-two teens of the Class of 2011