Mathews Christmas Parade, Part Two

Here are a few more shots from Saturday's Christmas parade.

Since it was drizzling, I opened the back hatch of my car and stood underneath, which didn't necessarily make for great photos, so my apologies in advance.

With me were Chesapeake Bay Son, Daughter, two of their friends and several of my friends, one of whom was Lucy.  Lucy and I played basketball, ran track, and laughed together in high school.

We are were both very silly. To this day, the first thing we do when we see each other is bust out laughing.

Over nothing in particular.  Just the sight of each other is enough to ignite a session of incessant cackling.

My high school English teacher might bust out crying over the use of bust out instead of burst out, but my English teacher needs to understand that there's a difference between formal writing and my writing conversational writing. Also, I think I just made up the term conversational writing, which may well be an oxymoron, so let's stop this side note and my parenthetical additions before they take over the blog post.

Watching the parade with Lucy was something else, let me tell you.

Below is another friend from our class, Glenda.  She's always smiling, even while marching for miles in the cold rain. She also makes a mean deviled egg, fyi.  But that has nothing to do with Christmas or the parade.  Just a bit of trivia. Hi, Glenda!

The car below was festive and cheerful.  A happy entry.

The clown below was slightly less than cheerful at having to walk through the rain.  She pretty much said so when she marched by, bless her heart.  Right around this point, Chesapeake Bay Daughter's friend declared her fear of clowns.

Mrs. Clown didn't hear her though.

I love clowns.  Remember Bozo the Clown?    Anyone?

Speaking of enthusiasm or lack thereof, the Chesapeake Bay Children (in their Santa hats) and  one of their friends (wrapped up like an Eskimo), pretended not to know me and Lucy, who were squealing with delight, laughing, hootin' and hollerin' at the passersby.

Honestly, it was difficult to discern which spectators were children and which were supposed to be the adults.

Just look at the enthusiasm, joy and embarassment festivity on their faces.

Lastly, speaking of adults acting like children friends, here's a picture of me and Lucy trying to act like we have some sense to stay dry.  

Although I missed the usual Mathews-themed entries, such as boats and farm equipment,  I thoroughly enjoyed the parade, even if the rain did cut the festivities short.

Any time spent laughing with friends, though, is time well spent.