Well, the Richmond clan spent the night south in Provo at the most popular parade in Utah. We missed this event the last two years. Darn. It's not that I dis-like the 3 1/2 hour drive round trip. By the way, I spent more time driving to Provo then I spent sleeping last night on the parade route. It's not that I don't like traditions... I mean.. I am just saying...do traditions always have to be every year?
Sorry, I will get off of my soap box and get back to the narrative....
We arrived down at whY Be yoU (BYU in a different order) and there was no room to set up for the parade. Apparently the city ordnance had been changed from the previous year when you were able to stake out a piece of land at dusk the night before the 4Th, too staking it out minuites after the previous years parade. So though it was a ghost town there was a bunch of stakes with caution tape; exclaiming that this spot is reserved, do not trespass. Long story short we found a place to sleep but didn't sleep and strategisted all night to determine how we would beat everyone to a spot on the road when the roads closes to the parade route.
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We went to a park for lunch and I took a two second nap until I heard in my semi-conscience-mind that Morgan wanted to take a sharpie and write on my face. So as you can imagine I woke up and didn't fall back asleep.
Now we are at Kathy's and things are looking up. But I should be able to find something cynical to mention so see you in a bit.
