I think it's a bad idea to mess with success, so I get down there early for the parade, and while Justin and Ginny who I rode with are finding the group they're going to march with, I hobble off with my bookbag to get a case of PBR and a four-pack of Red Bull. I get the Red Bull since I'm feeling a bit drained, as I got up at 7:30 so we could do breakfast at Aaron's, and I'd been out Wednesday when Mel got into town and Thursday when Kelly and Lora got in. I'm thinking I'll drink one or two of the Red Bulls, and give the rest away . . .
Unlike last year, most of the group rolled down early for the parade, and Bob, Aaron, and myself start the day off drinking with the start of the parade (around 11). The weather was much nicer than last year, with it being reasonably warm (probably got up in the lower 50s) and sunny. These guys from last year were back, and this time had the sign "you can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning."
The day consists of hanging out at the little courtyard/park across from the M&M, visiting a few of the bars, etc etc. The new January VISTAs rolled in, so I chatted with them a bit. I actually wandered off from the group a few times, since I wasn't feeling like doing the big group thing. We probably had 10 or so of us, and it was like herding cats . . . there's no stand out memories in my mind, but I had a good time. I really like the fact that since they have no open container law, you can just sit outside, drink a bit, and chat with random people. The group kind of peeled off, with the first wave heading to the hotel around 10:30, and the rest of us going till a little after midnight. Poor Lisa got sick and had to bail right after lunch. I ended up drinking all four Red Bulls by myself, as I kept running out of energy - and later in the evening I was fighting getting a cold, as I was getting some chills and running a bit warm - fortunately a few Excedrin took care of that . . .
Pictures are in the usual place . . . but I didn't take many this year and I apparently misspelled Lora's name in all my captions . . . sorry Lora!
Oh, and a shoutout to Ed in Missoula - apparently I have another mystery reader that I didn't know about . . .