Old Town Alexandria does a parade every year, which, in my opinion, included all the things a successful parade needs: bagpipes, old cars, candy, and dogs. No floats, no baton twirlers, just pipers wearing kilts and every variety of terrier imaginable with a few hounds, setters, and sheepdogs thrown in the mix.
Sadly my camera battery died before I could photograph all the dogs I hope to adopt. For those of you who know Mr. T, just imagine 100 lil Towsers wearing their family's tartan, marching down the street to the beat of the drums. Yes. It was Fantastic.
T-rav thinks it's creepy that grown men, successful businessmen or politicians or whatever, dress up in elaborate costumes with big fuzzy hats and wolf head purses and parade through the streets waving sticks in the air or shooting off rifles every few hundred feet. What's so strange about that?
I, on the other hand, dream of doing historical reenactment. Madrigal dinners/concerts are my favorite. And then there's the whole Irish dancing thing--donning a curly wig, short skirt, and lots and lots of glitter and sparkles--I guess he'll just have to get used to it.
2 comments:
Coolies! I love terriers. And also kilts on either gender.
i am so degradated that i missed it. hundreds of mr t's! OMH.
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