I joined the Seattle Art Car group for this fun neighborhood weeknight parade. I arrived for check-in at 5pm (one hour before the scheduled start of the parade) and chatted with some people in nearby floats. I enjoyed a brief brush with local royalty when a mother noticed the Barbie Dream Hearse and called over her daughter and two other winners of the Marysville Strawberry Festival Royalty Scholarship Pageant. These charming, outgoing young ladies told me a little about the pageant while their parents took pictures of them with my car.
In front of our set of off-beat vehicles was a marching band with some flag twirlers. They had come all the way from Calgary, Alberta to strut their stuff. Of course, when I spoke with the band director, I let on that I thought they were from some local school named Calgary. Wrong! These guys were the real deal.
And of course, there were pirates. Y’ar, many pirates.
Lead by Leah’s Day of the Dead car and followed Kelly’s fashion accessories car, our small but sturdy brigade crept by a surprisingly huge crowd. My waving-arm was ready to fall off, if my head didn’t first. I had been up since 5am, so I was dead (ha!) tired by the time the parade started at 7:30. I took to heart the fact that if I fell asleep at the wheel, I’d only be going about 3 mph so everyone would have ample time to get out of my way.
Since I’ve been asked the questions, “Who’s back there!? Any dead bodies?” at least a million times and fatigue makes me a little loopy, I’ve now started gleefully replying, “Amy Winehouse!”