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This turned out to be one of the best Thanksgivings I've been through, and not just because of the great time we had breaking bread with EMC, his boyfriend and a few other friends. Good times were also had Thursday morning, when the BF and I rose early and braved the throngs of Middle American invaders for the annual Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
In case you never realized what a dork I am (which is unlikely for regular readers of this blog), seeing the parade in person culminates a life-long dream of mine. The experience did not disappoint. The balloons, the bands, the D-list celebrity wannabes. I loved it.
One perk of having a four-year-old younger brother: I actually understand why Dora's backpack is smiling. Gracias, Dora!
By far my favorite photo of the day. This crew of cheerleaders went on for seemingly hours. And even though these poor chicks had been standing out in snow flurries since the butt crack of dawn wearing not much more than braces, they sure were perky. Go, team, go.
So I know that Disney is famous for its pro-gay policies (and following), but c'mon: Hercules here ain't fooling nobody. Come June, we'll see Muscle Boy again in the Pride parade.
One of the coolest balloons of the day: Chicken Little. Better than the movie, which isn't saying much.
How scary is Ronald McDonald? The balloon made the already disturbing fast-food icon into the stuff of nightmares, sort of like the creepy pedophile next door except four stories tall. Plus, for some bizarre reason, Ronald's sort of leaning over doggie-style the whole time. He's lovin' it, alright.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Be thankful. I certainly am.
In case you never realized what a dork I am (which is unlikely for regular readers of this blog), seeing the parade in person culminates a life-long dream of mine. The experience did not disappoint. The balloons, the bands, the D-list celebrity wannabes. I loved it.
One perk of having a four-year-old younger brother: I actually understand why Dora's backpack is smiling. Gracias, Dora!
By far my favorite photo of the day. This crew of cheerleaders went on for seemingly hours. And even though these poor chicks had been standing out in snow flurries since the butt crack of dawn wearing not much more than braces, they sure were perky. Go, team, go.
So I know that Disney is famous for its pro-gay policies (and following), but c'mon: Hercules here ain't fooling nobody. Come June, we'll see Muscle Boy again in the Pride parade.
One of the coolest balloons of the day: Chicken Little. Better than the movie, which isn't saying much.
How scary is Ronald McDonald? The balloon made the already disturbing fast-food icon into the stuff of nightmares, sort of like the creepy pedophile next door except four stories tall. Plus, for some bizarre reason, Ronald's sort of leaning over doggie-style the whole time. He's lovin' it, alright.
Happy Thanksgiving, y'all. Be thankful. I certainly am.
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I had to laugh at the McDonald's float and accompanying car. Matt Lauer was forced to read copy that said something like, "And that's Ronald McDonald, who represents McDonald's longstanding commitment to promoting a balanced lifestyle."
I kid you not.
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