One of the joys of living where we do is that every once in a while it still feels like a small town.
This weekend is Sea Festival in White Rock, and one of the festival's traditions is the torchlight parade. There aren't any actual torches anymore (I wonder, were there ever?), but it's still a bit of a thrill, even if a pretty hokey one.
As in most small town parades, there are old time cars and police vehicles and marching bands. But for this parade, all of them are somehow decked out with Christmas lights or at least an array of glow-in-the-dark thingies. This year's event was disappointing in that there weren't any pipers, an element that seems just about essential to me.
At least we got some would-be Blues Brothers -- not quite the same, but fun nonetheless. Spent with a group of longtime friends, it made for a beautiful night along the seaside, even long after parade's end.
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as long as that marching band played "Louis Louis" i approve!
But of course that's what they were playing! Do marching bands even have to learn other songs? And isn't it fun trying to remember those made-up dirty lyrics (which never made much sense) while those fresh faces march past, rat-a-tatting on their snare drums!
i know all the words, and you KNOW i know all the words. "we gotta go. YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH" etc.
And you know those YEAH-YEAHs aren't the words we held our ears next to the speaker for while we tried to figure out what the...
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