This is week 42 of The Life of Riley, a weekly post detailing my activities since I ended a thirteen year career as a corporate drone. These posts are usually long, personal, and geared more for my own memory than the reader’s entertainment.
Sunday (Day 287): The Lincolnic Leprechaun
I went to a St. Patrick’s Day parade with #1GF!’s family because it’s something of a tradition for them. I don’t really go for parades, but I didn’t have anything to do, so I tagged along. We wound down blocked off streets behind the parade route by ignoring barriers and giving policemen quizzical points down the streets that we weren’t supposed to be driving on. Oddly enough, they let us through each time with a wave.
The big draw for the kids of this particular 30 minute, small town parade is that they throw a lot of candy off the floats. Because I had never been, I had no idea that each of the kids would be leaving with full gallon freezer bags. This wasn’t including #1GF!’s brother’s take.
One of the people throwing candy had #1GF!’s brother hold a candy bucket while he untangled some strings of beads, and then forgot to take the bucket back when he ran off to rejoin his float. #1GF!’s brother started hucking candy up in the air like he was part of the parade and I think he still had a half bucket left once the ground was saturated.
Most of the time, I stood back with #1GF! while she watched from the curb, but there were a few occasions where I would walk up and drop pieces of candy into the kids’ bags. At one point, this little kid named Michael (I know his name because his father was chasing him yelling his name as he chased the candy throwing floats down the street) He was under 8 and had the strings of his hood tied so tightly that his face barely poked out of the the drawn hole. Well, he was all over the place, and I eventually backed over him while he knelt behind me picking up candy at my feet. Once I picked the kid up, he scurried off to where his father was with an “I’m OK! I’m OK!”
After that, I stayed mostly out of the way, with the exception of diving fully extended on the ground to wrestle a piece of candy from #1GF!’s sister. That only happened once, but everyone seemed to get a good WTF? laugh out of it. Maybe it looked a little nuts, but it cannot be said that I will avoid physical humor to make people laugh.
Afterward, we got some coffee and wandered around Home Depot looking at tile and faucets. At some point, #1GF! asked me when my beard was coming off, and I told her that her niece told me that my beard made me look like “Abraham Lincoln or a leprechaun”, so I didn’t know if I should. Even though we were in good spirits, the decisions eventually wore out, so we went home where I made #1GF! fettuccine alfredo and broccoli.
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