My dad gave us 4 tickets to the 500 Parade. He gave them to us because The Quilter's family is to big, but he got in trouble with my Mom, because she said she's always wanted to go. She wouldn't take the tickets from me, though, so maybe next year. Last year we went, but didn't have seats; it was much better being able to sit down and watch. We also had good seats, right at the beginning of the parade.
As usual, the Purdue Marching Band started the Parade. Bry-D played the Tuba, or Sousaphone, so I made sure I got a picture of them from every band that went by. Don't worry, I'm not going to show them all to you, it's more for him.
Anyways, that's when my camera died, immediately after taking Gladys Knight's picture. So I didn't get pictures of Eliz standing and watching all the soldiers and veterans go by, or the human flag. Nor did I get a picture of Ben Davis, Bry-D Alma Mater. We didn't leave until the end of the parade, though Lex had to get up and walk around midway through. We grabbed some of the big streamers that exploded on everyone at the end of the parade, and I spent $12 to get the kids an inflatable toy for each of them. It's something I always wished for, and even if I only get to do it this once, at least I did get to.
We came home, fed the kiddos, and put them to bed. In fact, everyone took a nap this afternoon, we were all worn out. But it was a great time, one that I'd like to make a tradition, whether we get seats or not. Happy Memorial Weekend, everyone!