The tradition consists, for me, of watching the parade and then trotting off to the local bars to enjoy the rest of the day. Well, we did just that this weekend. First we took Chase to the parade and he thoroughly enjoyed it as you can see here:
Doesn't he look thrilled to the point of bursting?
He seemed to like the firetrucks the best, as he has been trained well by my firefighting father. He clapped his hands and yelled at all the trucks as you can see, here:
Afterwards, Chuck and I joined my drunken family at the Oaktree Bar (Chase waited in the car-he was being such a party pooper) where everyone enjoyed lots of drunken hugs from Debbie, my stepmom -as you can see here with Chuck:
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here with Mandy:
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here with Brett:
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and here with Gary:
The photo that was previously posted here has been removed to make room for new pictures. Trust me, you would have been impressed.
Overall it was a good day. Obviously since Chase was being such a drag, we tried to keep the bar time under 3 hours and one of us remained sober. And no, after all the celebrating, we didn't even end up seeing any snakes. Unless you want to count these guys:
**Disclaimer: Of course Chase didn't reeeally wait in the car. What kind of mother do you think I am? We propped him up on a barstool and let him enjoy a few drinks with the rest of us.
1 comment:
Whew - I was a little worried that you deprived Chase of the real festivities.
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