Thanksgiving in the Big City.

So to really mix things up, we did the Thanksgiving thing in the Big City, so as to catch the big parade show they always have. Of course it was a gynormous mob scene; the cool kids set up camp at the choice spots at 0700, which was certainly not our bag. They were calling for crap weather: rain/snow and big wind, but they called it wrong, and it ended up being a pretty pleasant day. So we parked ourselves at 39th and Broadway, on a side street, because, duh, you can't cross the parade route. Ended up with a fine, but restricted view, and saw things as they appeared from behind giant New York buildings. So we never knew what was coming.

Tommy Tune made a special guest appearance, just for me, I think, on a float, since he just got a gig as Doctor Doolitlle, or some such, which caused him to cancel his performance in DC, which we had planned to catch. So that was a treat. Yup, gaydar still inop.


Tommy Tune! Tommy Tune! He is so waving right at me! Siiiiiiiiiiigh. I love him ever so.



It's the giant Stay-Puft Super Grover!


Mmm. Sousaphones. Brings back memories of UCSB.


Oh, Oh! More Sousaphones! Hooray!


And Santa Clause goes whipping by. Dude. Must be on a tight schedule.


Look at us! Look at us! We're almost in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade! Note the fine hand-crafted hat.


The very best view of the parade, I'd bet. I wish I had a helicopter.