We woke up bright and early, and headed out to the City of North Miami...where I grew up and my parents still live, for the annual Winternational Parade. When I was in jr high and high school, I used to march in this same parade. I was in the drumline and played the bells. My freind Tina, pictured below, played the piccolo and was also in the color guard. She could spin a rifle like nobody's business! After parking, I loaded up the folding camp chairs, which I always carry in the schoolbus, onto the stollers and T and I managed to make it to the curb without throwing my back out. Success!!
I met my old friend Tina and her family at the parade. Tina is the woman with the dark curly hair. She came with her sis-n-law and her hubby in the blue tshirt in the back. Her 2 cute kids are sitting next to T. I also ran into some other old friends as well. We all had quite a good time. Plus, it got T out of the house so that Dot could whip up her gourmet meal.
Here's my old high school's marching band. Boy, what a change. While I admit that I know we were band geeks back in the day, at least there were over 100 of us. Now, apparently, its even more geeky and taboo to join the band, b/c this was one of the dinky'est bands I'd ever seen. They were all playing their hearts out, though, and got lots of cheers from the crowd.
Meanwhile, is it a sign of my age that I was somewhat shocked by the skimpy outfits the baton and flag girls were wearing?? I won't even mention the "dance" they did. Lets just say, all that was missing was a pole.
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