At the last minute I brushed my hair, put on some lipstick and ran off to the Halloween Parade. It was freaking FREEZING. FREEZ! ZING! Seriously, it was so so cold, and the wind was blowing. But I’m glad I went. Saw some old friends, got some exercise. This tuba guy from the next band over starting jamming with us. That’s the kind of thing that just makes me really happy. They were a jazz band, we were a samba band, I don’t know, it’s like moslems and christians holding hands and praying in the same church. Sorta. Kinda. Anyway, it was fun and sweet.
I got the sense that it wasn’t a great parade. I didn’t see the all-out effort I usually see with costumes. But I only get a narrow view. The parade is huge, and if you’re with a group you have to register. Then you get assigned to an area where you’ll wait to march and those areas are designated by pumpkins, ie, pumpkin 1, pumpkin 2, etc. We were lined up behind pumpkin number 3 and maybe all the good costumes were behind the other pumpkins.