Well, it was a wonderful day. I’m having trouble getting my camera to load to this computer, so I’ll add pictures tomorrow.
The morning started off with gathering on our float – a huge flatbed trailer with haybales and a suspiciously large beverage pond strapped on top. I thought we’d be having refreshments while we rode, but no. The pond was filled with ammo. Did you know that the sole purpose of having reunion floats in a parade is so that water fights can happen? I knew there was supposed to be a little splashing, but this was incredible! Water balloons, super soakers, hoses (from the street) and at the end the fire trucks hosed us down. They offered ponchos to us at the start of the parade, but it didn’t matter. We were soaked by the end. It was awesome!
Next they had booths in the park, and Mom, Dad and Lloyd and I had a picnic lunch. Then we walked through my old middle school that has been turned into a performing arts center. (The lockers are still there, though.) That was strange.
After a nap and a shower, Lloyd and I went up to the big dinner at Devil’s Thumb Golf Course. The food was delicious, and it was so fun to talk to everyone! We left early because I’m an old lady and get tired easily. Sorry this isn’t more entertaining but it’s late and I’m sleepy. I’ll fix it tomorrow. or not.
Ok, the camera is up and running. If you’d like to see a video my Dad took of the float going by, click here! Here are some photos:
This is when we were all loaded up on the float.
Off to the parade route.
The view from the float. My mom is in the yellow tank top holding a hat. Dad is in the white shirt behind here with the camera in front of his face. Lloyd is invisible. That’s our theater! Fancy, eh?
I’m not in this picture, but you can see how well-armed everyone is.
Notice the tank for the water, and the dripping wet alumni.
That’s my friend Tricia’s stitches. It’s blurry, but I told her I’d post the picture. You’re welcome, Trish.
This is from Friday night. That’s Jill, Gail, me and Tricia (and one of her cute twin boys).