I’m not really a St. Patrick’s Day girl, but Kyle was out of town and we needed something to do. So I decided that Josie and I would head downtown to the parade. I mentioned it to my mom and she decided to join us. Little did I know, it’s the second largest in the US and they were expecting 250,000 people within about 20 blocks. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Thankfully my mom was with us because I would have turned around and gone home. There were people everywhere, it was crazy.
We made it to the parade route and stayed for about 45 minutes. I didn’t come prepared with sunscreen, hat, etc. March was so warm here, and I wasn’t on top of my summer necessities yet. It was plenty of time to see a few floats, hear the bagpipes, see some “neighs” (horses) and witness the drunks making their arrival. That’s when we departed. Josie seemed to have a good time, rotating between my shoulders and Grammy’s arms and the fabulous people watching.
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