For four straight years we have lived two blocks from what is one of the largest May Day celebrations in the country and have never once been in attendance. Our excuses for this are lame but valid, and we've always been eager to rectify this shortcoming. This year we decided to strike out and experience the frivolity.
I think I can sum it up with: meh. A good chunk of the blame rests on my shoulders, I suppose I didn't put much forethought into the parade route and what our strategy would be. I'd assumed that we'd go to the park and the rest would be self-explanatory. This proved to not be the case at all. After following the crowd to the east part of the park by the rec center, I found only more crowd. I was told that the parade would be heading right by us, but instead all we heard was the faint sounds of the parade and all we saw were paraders walking by in a "done" state of mind.
So, we apparently missed the parade. Not to worry, the ceremony would pick up the slack. We headed off to the hillside and sat. Aaaaaaand sat. By 3:50 (the thing was supposed to be at 3) kids starting to voice their displeasure, and we decided to bail since we were flirting with nap time. Five minutes later, as we were a block away, we heard the ceremony begin. Grr.
All in all, I wasn't impressed very much. Take away the ubiquitous and unsurprising carnival food, the people busking here and there, the awkward petition requests, and a chick playing a sitar which was kinda cool, and you've got an art fair minus the art. It was Boulder on a slow Tuesday. Missing the two main events may be clouding my editorial on this, though.
Tonight we went to Flight of the Conchords with Marj and Neil. We had some serious reservations about taking them to such an event, but we think they enjoyed it, or they're being very polite. Very good show I thought; there was humor, and that worked well for them. And they rocked a bit too.
Day seventy seven.
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