Day 90: Jingle Parade

While I'm not a big "Xmas person" as defined by my lack of interest in holiday decorations, sending cards, caroling or listening to much holiday music outside of occasional binges on Mariah Carey's Pandora station, going to church or synagogue, giving or receiving gifts, or young children; I can sometimes be bitten by the spirit, while driving through deep Queens and seeing deep brown brick houses with their garish lighting displays and my occasional visits to the more festive than thou Midtown East and West.

Here, we celebrate with parades.

Floats as food

It's not a parade without the Muff-a-lattas!

Santa must have melting in the heat

Puppy's First Parade

Holiday time in New York for me has long walks attached to it. How else are you supposed to see all there is to see under a blanket of snow and shiny decorations? So I walked from my house to the parade; then Dr. Anna, Dakota, and I walked down to Krewe de Brewe and then I walked back (a five mile lap). Took longer than being on a bike definitely but weaving through the Quarter on a Saturday afternoon, while also listening to Zombies Run to chart my progress, was quite the adventure. Day drunks and night creatures both invoke a disproportionate amount of terror while they waddle towards you.