Last night, we rode in the Downtown Memphis Christmas Parade. As my Dad might say, it was "colder than a well-digger's butt". We wrapped up so thick, I kind of felt like the little kid on "A Christmas Story" when his Mom bundled him up for school, but even then I wished I had on more clothing. The parade began way back on South Main.
Much to Richie's delight we were trapped between two music groups, one was Memphis Music Foundation I think, and the ones behind us were a "Stepping Group" who put Michael Jackson on repeat (Mr. J hates MJ). So for well over an hour before the parade actually started, he had to hear "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'" while they practiced... and then of course as the parade went on.
As we rode our motorcycles in this parade procession, we both stated later that we couldn't help but feel like we were in a scene from that recent South Park Episode where the Bikers Terrorized the Town hahah!! (Click the link to watch it if you haven't seen the episode, it's called "The F Word")
Once it began moving, around 5, we slowly progressed until we reached Beale Street, then we all turned and it was over. Everyone let their bikes cool off for a little while at that point.
One of the guys had his son with him. They'd actually walked in front and held up the banner. We spied a Santa Claus sitting on a park bench next to Beale, the one near the statue of Elvis. The guy thought he would take his son over to say hello. To start, Santa looked like he might be 'toking it up', and he was on a Cell phone, fighting with
As we were preparing to leave, the rest of the guys had plans which would have taken us further away, so in light of the frigid temps, we elected to make our way back. If we thought we were cold on the way there, we had crystallized by the time we reached home.
We survived, however... and I had a really good time waving to the crowd and being downtown with the lights and the decorations. Here's a quick shot of me on my bike wrapped up like an Eskimo and looking more like a ninja I guess with my face gear on. ha-ha.
I'm gonna go do some laundry, dishes and chill a bit, so If you haven't read my holiday ranting post, then do. I worked pretty hard on it. Treat yourself to the Dim Lights Of Dixie.
8 comments:
The day I go to a parade when it's cold will be a cold day in hell. I'm getting old, I just don't do well with cold anymore.
I'm wearing long johns and insulated pants and boots inside a 72 degree room. It's good other than the fact that my nuts get sort of hot, ha ha ha.
Maybe if I would put a little fat on me I wouldn't be cold but I seldom feel the need to eat. Oh well, what I save on food I can afford to pay for extra heat.
Oh I remember those winter motorcycle days. I think I still feel a chill. Someone should have beat up that bad santa right then and there. :)
lol BBC what's the difference, you spend for the fatness or spend for the extra heat. Balances out either way, I suppose, but using less heat would save energy. I suppose your carbon print is not too bad though.
Whatever makes you happy... I always say.
Gregorio, Yes we should've beat up the bad santa :)
Our arses were iceblocks I tell ya, I don't think I want that again... it was fun, but freezing! :)
and BBC, as for the hot nuts, just add a dash of salt and enjoy. lol!!!
cold makes my willy shrink. Too much cold I'd have a clitoris...;-)
Great picture! You guys look so coooold! Sounds like you had a great time despite the chill. I sure do love this time of year!
I've always wanted to be in a parade. But I think I'd like to be the one on a throne wearing a mink coat waving and throwing candy. I don't REALLY want that but this stuff is ingrained in us at an early age.
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