I dislike parades. Not a little, a lot!
I don’t care about the pageantry or the spectacle. I just get bored. A.D.D.? Maybe. Every time I’m stuck watching them, I can’t find an ounce of enjoyment – I just think about two dozen other things I could be doing. This couldn’t be truer than when I’m at Disneyworld.
My kids, on the other hand, love parades. So when people start lining the streets, they want to stop riding roller coasters and wait. UGH…
Wait for what? Floats. No thank you! If a float doesn’t contain root beer and ice cream, I don’t want it.
I figure with half of the eligible riders standing along the parade route, the lines to the cool things are shorter. Not my family. We wait – and not for the good stuff.
A funny thing happened on our trip last week. We were headed to a ride at the back of the park while people were lining up for the parade. No one with me suggested we stop to watch (miracle), so I powered into the street. We must have been the last ones let out before they closed the rope because we found ourselves about 20 paces in front of the parade with all of its flags and music.
Maybe it was the fact that I was pushing my daughter’s wheelchair, or possibly because I looked so stately and official, but it became apparent that the spectators thought we were supposed to be the ones leading the parade. We all realized it at the same time as they clapped and waved at us.
My kids became confused.
They grouped together.
“Should we pull off and get out of the way?” they wondered.
The oldest asked, “What do we do?”
Of course they looked to me, the leader, the head honcho, the alpha male for direction and what did they find me doing?
With a dopey grin on my face, I waved back at all of my adoring fans.
When life puts you at the front of the parade, smile and wave!
The kids laughed at me, but it caught on. All of us began waving to the crowd.
You know what? Everyone waved back. The people didn’t think we looked out of place – they just waved at us. I wonder what they thought when the real parade came and they realized we didn’t belong. Oh well, we were gone by then. We walked over half of the parade route unencumbered by the bustling crowd until we got near the ride we wanted. Then we simply ducked into the masses and became one of them – anonymous once more.
I still hate parades… But for a moment, I was the grand marshal.
10 thoughts on “The Front of the Parade”
Back in my advertising days, I used to promote the thanksgiving parade, it was a nightmare and I’m still scarred. With my class at school, however, I love to do parades, for pretty much every occasion we can create. I love that you became the grand Marshall’s, quite by accident, that people cheered you, and that you went with it. This is something the family will never forget. Fantastic!
The funniest thing to me was how natural it felt. They cheered, I waved and embarrassed the kids without trying.
I am glad you found your inner-celebrity. It just goes to show, it is more fun to do than to watch.
Amen. That’s exactly what I’m saying!
Oh, Mark! Only you could pull that off!! Congratulations, Grand Marshall!!! Love you!
Yes! You ARE the leader of the Parade…
A friend of mine and her daughter were in the Macy’s parade holding a banner. You are the Grand Marshall of your crew and you do it well 🙂 ps. you get a BIG shout out in my post today – hehehe.
Uh oh. I am a little afraid!
What? You don’t like parades? I guess I’m not a big parade person, but I don’t dislike them.
That’s hilarious Mark. I literally laughed out loud. The general marshall, in all your glory, for a few precious minutes eh. hahahahaha
Smile and wave!