Oakland Avenue Parade!

A few weeks ago, Mike and I received a flyer announcing our annual neighborhood celebration. Every year the it features a parade and they select a different street each time. This year, they selected ours.

I passed out.

Well, in my head. A parade? Right in front of our house? This is a dream come true!

We immediately decided this is one of the best perks of homeownership.

Every time I've gone to a parade, I have always gotten terrible seats. I end up sitting behind the lady with the huge umbrella or the family that must have a giant gene in their blood and I can't see over them for the life of me.

So this time, Mike and I were determined to get good seats.



We woke up early on Saturday morning and we both looked at each other and said, "It's parade day!"

By about 9 a.m. we expected people to start gathering on the street, so we made sure our chairs were out there first thing.

9:30 a.m.: There is absolutely zero activity on our street. In fact, I think it's less than normal. Mike still wants to go out side to wait, but I tell him I need to finish a few things. His excitement gets the better of him and he goes outside to wait:

Yes, he sat like this for an hour. 

9:45 a.m.: Still nothing. I check the website to make sure we have the right day.

9:46 a.m. It's confirmed. We do.

9:47 a.m.: We're confused.

10 a.m.: I go out, but there's nothing. I can't even hear drums in the distance - a sure sign of a parade coming.

10:15 a.m.: NOTHING.

10:25 a.m.: We see it! I comes by our house!

10:31 a.m.: It's over.

10:32 a.m.: Mike announces that was the best six minutes of his life.