When you grow up living 4 blocks away from the Rose Parade, you have no excuse not to go every January 1.
Now that my family lives across the country, our float viewing usually consists of sitting in our PJS and watching it on channel 7 (which I must admit, isn't all that bad actually). If you get past the fact that you can't yell random things at the floats or trip the marching band members (ok, we never actually did that), then the televised broadcast is actually pretty enjoyable.
But this year we got to celebrate the New Year with the live parade and although Kate & I didn't have a lemonade sale following the excitement, it brought back all the memories of my childhood (and actual tears to Lenny's eyes).
Yes, my dad took this awesome shot, and no, we don't even know this friendly tuba-er (that is a tuba right?)
Yep, that's Lenny and Mary, all the way from Arizona for our parade festivities....