We got up at the butt crack of dawn (that's at 3 AM, if you were wondering) on Thanksgiving and headed to NYC for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Our cousins were staying in NYC and had a suite at the Trump and were gracious enough to allow us to come for the parade. Their youngest daughter was in the parade cheering. When the team came through we all looked down from the tenth floor and tried to pick her out of the 700 girls who oddly had the same shade of blonde hair in a pony tail with a white bow. But we found her. At least we all said we did. It made us feel good.
Now let me tell you something about the parade. It's not as good as the Powell parade, first off. I just need to get that out there. Hometown parades are far better. And if your hometown is NYC then yes, you have the best parade.
There were lulls in the parade. I mean it's not like on T.V. when Matt and Ann say, "And here comes Cee Lo Green and right behind him is Kermit!" No. It's more like, "Oh there's Cee Lo Green [go to the pastry table and pick at the pumpkin muffin and pour some juice, hear the crowd yelling, run back over] and there's Kermit!" But it was so much fun! It's something that we probably will never do again (because let's face it, we're not going to stand after sitting in a warm corner suite with pastries).
This is my favorite picture, Kermit's booty. The floats look to be about ten stories high on T.V. right? Well, they're not. Because we were ten stories up and this is what we saw.
After the parade we said our goodbyes, caught a cab back to the ferry and off we went to the in-law's house. Dinner was fabulous. Of course any dinner with mashed potatoes is fabulous. Friday was a veg out day. It was great to chill and sleep and chill and sleep. Then Saturday we did yard work, bought our Christmas tree, and decorated the house. Sunday was church and homework and then back to reality and the gym this mourning, I mean morning at 5:30.
I love holidays and I love family and I love Kermit's booty.
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