LibertyFest parade in Edmond
The parade was very nice. There were lots of floats, horses, old cars (Daniel fell in love with a 71 Impala SS 454...typical!), and lots and lots of kids in the parade. Surprisingly, there were only three marching bands- one from each of the high schools in Edmond: North, Memorial and Santa Fe.
Dean came over and picked us up at 8am. Scott had to be on one end of the UCO campus, and Jeff on the other...at the same time! Once we got everyone where they needed to be, Dean, Amalia, Marc, Daniel and I went to go find a place to sit. [Stef's comment: sitting on the grass is almost as bad as sitting on a Greyhound bus for 22 hours...oh my achin' ass!]
We ended up sitting at the "arse end" (as Daniel called it) of the parade route, so when North's band finally came by, they all looked exhaused, with the exception of the director, who was probably hopped up on caffeine. And Jeff was on the other side of the street from where we were sitting. Long before that, Scott came by with the Boy Scouts holding different kinds of flags (I never did figure out which flag Scott was holding, and didn't think to ask him after he joined us).
Jeff finally was cut loose from the band at the end of the parade and he came to join us, trumpet in hand (the case was in Dean's Yukon), and he was tired! He just wanted to go home.
We're going over to Tori and Dean's later for a barbeque, then head back to UCO for the fireworks (more sitting on my achin' ass...oohhhh!)
More laterz--
Dean came over and picked us up at 8am. Scott had to be on one end of the UCO campus, and Jeff on the other...at the same time! Once we got everyone where they needed to be, Dean, Amalia, Marc, Daniel and I went to go find a place to sit. [Stef's comment: sitting on the grass is almost as bad as sitting on a Greyhound bus for 22 hours...oh my achin' ass!]
We ended up sitting at the "arse end" (as Daniel called it) of the parade route, so when North's band finally came by, they all looked exhaused, with the exception of the director, who was probably hopped up on caffeine. And Jeff was on the other side of the street from where we were sitting. Long before that, Scott came by with the Boy Scouts holding different kinds of flags (I never did figure out which flag Scott was holding, and didn't think to ask him after he joined us).
Jeff finally was cut loose from the band at the end of the parade and he came to join us, trumpet in hand (the case was in Dean's Yukon), and he was tired! He just wanted to go home.
We're going over to Tori and Dean's later for a barbeque, then head back to UCO for the fireworks (more sitting on my achin' ass...oohhhh!)
More laterz--
My name is Stef, and I approve this post. Posted @ 12:57 PM
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