I LOVE the May Day Parade. I was told I would love it upon my arrival in this town and the a**hole that told me that was right! I would liken it to Burning Man, but with no apparent drugs and with little kids.
Last year, Molly P invited me and a slew of other great people over to her house for breakfast, cocktails, and pre-parade fun before we walked over and claimed our spot on Bloomington Ave in the Powderhorn neighborhood. This year was going to be the same deal, but then Bunny suggested CMC & The Dirty Curls actually march in the parade. At first, I was supremely unkeen. May Day is like my St. Patty's, my Independence Day, my Cinco de Mayo. It's a day when I want to relax and be anonymous, not promote anything, just chill out and have fun. But I reluctantly agreed (it's my freaking band, why would I not want to march in the parade?) to use the day to put the band in front of thousands of people, if only as personalities. And it was sooooooooo much fun!
I was the only one at Molly's in the morning (Annette showed up as I was leaving), caught a last-minute bus to the meet-up area for the "Join-In" part of the parade. Joiners are not part of the May Day Parade theme story, per se, but are tacked on at the end representing their organization and "peaceful message." Our peaceful messages were, "Happy Trails to you, until we _______ again," and "I'm back in the saddle again; our where a friend ______ a friend." We had to keep it clean for the kids. Marching just a few groups ahead of us was Mayor RT Ryback, to whom I totally said, "Governor Ryback!" and he said, "not anymore" because apparently the Dems didn't choose him to run. I felt like an idiot. But I told him about CMC & The Dirty Curls anyway. To which he suggested we write a song called "Happy Tails To You." Oh, RT.
So, we marched, my feet hurt (I had bought in-soles earlier however), but we got so many "DIRTY CURLS!" shouts from the sidelines that it felt so amazing. People kept asking us who we were, what our deal was, etc. It was so much fun, but tiring. We ended up forfeiting passing out flyers around the lake at the festival afterward for the afterparty, also at Molly P's house. For the next 5 hours, we cavorted, drank, sang, hugged, chatted, danced, and got locked in a dog cage. A couple of moments I'd like to share:
We get James in the cage after much drunk coercion:
Some of the crew at the hippie sing-a-long:
We were at Molly's till about 10:30pm (a full 12 hours after I arrived that morning)... and I didn't even wake up drunk this morning!
And finally, Molly P in un-rare form as the hyper hostess... I LOVE this video... Molly P is totally one of my favorite people in this town:
That's so awesome Courts! :) xx
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