Cinderella's Fella
DIS Dad #215 Maryland, The Land Of Merry!
- Joined
- Aug 14, 2008
Hi Rob, really nice work here buddy! Just finished reading page 6, and am very much enjoying your saga.
So true. And then we forget to stop and enjoy the actual moment when it happens, and soak in the experience. We're idiots.
Ok. I can do that.
It's a Small World?
Now that fits completely with the theme of NYC. Much better than Spiderman.
Wow. Just...wow. Remember that talk about waiting for big moments to occur? Well, this was a couple of minutes you'll never get back.
Hmm. I've heard this name somewhere before.
You wouldn't have been part of that group, would you?
Heh. That'll teach 'em.
Lawyers.
Beautifully written.
Hi Rob, really nice work here buddy! Just finished reading page 6, and am very much enjoying your saga.
A lifetime of memories is never a waste.So was it all a waste?
Of course not.
That's a shame that Nation Ford had to be after them.Having a moment to take a break, one of these noble steeds chose to heed the call of nature. I wasnt expecting to see a representation of a waterfall in the midst of the parade, but were dealing with domestic critters here and they have a different sense of what meets the requirements of decorum.
Somebody get a sham wow!As New Yorks finest began a slow trot out of sight, they were followed by an obligatory sanitation crew, but there wasnt much their shovels were going to do to abate this particular spill.
I realize you've taken a long time on this TR, but I thought it was supposed to be the 2012 parade, not the 1982 parade.As for the rest of the costume
Well thats just their signature look
(including the mustaches)
Ok... if you says so.Ive got to give them credit for enthusiasm though.
I don't know... the dude isn't even all that relevant. I'm not even sure when the last time was that I saw an Energizer bunny commercial on TV.I suspect the tie into the sports theme was that hes a staple of sports advertising.
I cant really think of any other reason.
Specifically, the group lead off by these color bearers here
Great job!Of course we didnt get a video of it.
AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG!
Well, thankfully someone didn't drop the ball.But... there were parents spread out all along the route and the folks up closer to Columbus Circle were more clear headed then I. As such, I do have a vid of them actually playing in the Macys Parade. And you can see it here ifn youre interested
So, you're saying it was all worth it?Theyre interesting things; memories. A flicker here, a glimmer there, and the next thing you know youre standing on a New York City sidewalk with a whole bunch of other folks enjoying one big party and no longer even noticing just how cold it was.
Traveling to former swamp land in Florida, plopping down a few thousand hard earned green backs to be entertained by a mouse isn't logical either. But it sure is fun.A purely logical mind would dismiss such things out of hand, but, people arent purely logical. We can pull off that logic thing from time to time, but what we really are is emotional creatures. And a few seconds of pure unadulterated emotion will create a flame so intense, so bright, so overwhelming that it will utterly obscure years of earnest logic.
Now we're talkin'.So let us stop being logical for just a little while longer.
And I'm guessing he got quite an ovation from the crowd, huh?Having a moment to take a break, one of these noble steeds chose to heed the call of nature.
Step lively, kids, but don't splash in the puddles.The job of drying up the pavement was left to the next few groups on the agenda. Starting with a whole bunch of stars
Yes....their lungs. I'd bet dollars to donuts that later in this TR you're going to be searching for a cup of hot lemon tea to alleviate a sore throat.Well for some unknown reason the twenty odd folks around me had commenced to hootin and hollerin at the top of their lungs.
Pixie Dust works in the cold too!Anyway, the kids marched up with a cadence to point right in front of us and the parade came to one of its halts while waiting for traffic to clear on down the way. Good timing. The cadence finished about then and we actually got to hear them play a tune.
Clearly, you're in the wrong. I have no idea why, but when a female spouse assumes the male spouse is doing something, and it turns out he isn't, he's wrong. It's just how life works.I thought Tamara was doing the video, and she thought I was, so we just got pictures.
But... there were parents spread out all along the route and the folks up closer to Columbus Circle were more clear headed then I. As such, I do have a vid of them actually playing in the Macys Parade. And you can see it here ifn youre interested
He's not making eye contact. He must owe you money or something.Strange that youngen there on the outside of that line looks oddly familiar.
And a big congrats to all of you!Chronologically that small part of a big parade took only about five minutes. Not much in the scheme of things. But those five minutes will always be very important to the people that had traveled long and hard to see it.
Somebody get a sham wow!
I realize you've taken a long time on this TR, but I thought it was supposed to be the 2012 parade, not the 1982 parade.
I don't know... the dude isn't even all that relevant. I'm not even sure when the last time was that I saw an Energizer bunny commercial on TV.
Maybe he's more a fixture of Philadelphia sports.
Great job!
Well, thankfully someone didn't drop the ball.
So, you're saying it was all worth it?
Traveling to former swamp land in Florida, plopping down a few thousand hard earned green backs to be entertained by a mouse isn't logical either. But it sure is fun.
And I'm guessing he got quite an ovation from the crowd, huh?
Yes....their lungs. I'd bet dollars to donuts that later in this TR you're going to be searching for a cup of hot lemon tea to alleviate a sore throat.
Pixie Dust works in the cold too!
Clearly, you're in the wrong. I have no idea why, but when a female spouse assumes the male spouse is doing something, and it turns out he isn't, he's wrong. It's just how life works.
He's not making eye contact. He must owe you money or something.
And a big congrats to all of you!
I'm sure it would, but you're still writing this TR 9+ months after it happened as it is.Hummm . Ya know, that may just make for an interesting Bonus Feature
But why should you start now?Oh wait Im already working on an update.
I probably ought to stick to the topic at hand for the time being
Aren't they all part of that advertising theme in some shape or form?How this related to the sports theme that had been going on previously, I didnt know, but it did go along with the advertising character theme I suppose.
As the husband of the coach of about 15 - 20 high school cheerleaders, all I have to say isThere were 650 of em. Thats a lot of cheerleads right there. All I can add is: bless their poor chaperones hearts
Not even funny.Now, imagine finding yourself at the MK with that group behind you and one of them flag following tour groups ahead of you
I believe Id have to find some means of escape as quickly as possible.
Now we've got a real parade!Honestly, with that wholesome image in front of me
what my busted brain expected to see next was this vision
My suggestion to you is to start drinking heavily.But thats a different film from the one Ive set off to plagiarize here, so Ill just leave it at that
Coincidentally, after I made a comment about having not seen him on TV anytime recently, I saw him in a commercial this weekend. I don't know if it is that I use DVR and fast forward through the commercials so often now, or if it is the fact that I've seen that thing so many times and for so many years that I'm essentially numb to his existence. Maybe a combination of the 2.One more quick look to the south and I saw the Pink Nightmare disappear around the corner heading off of Sixth and westward toward the spot, banging the bass drum as he vanished.
That looks like quite a few young ladies in that picture, and it leads me to wonder...These skills are needed because they are often charged with the task of greeting and escorting foreign dignitaries and distinguished visitors.
WHAT??? The parade isn't over!!! We haven't seen Santa Claus yet!!!What that meant to us, other then we could be proud of our children, is that it was time to get a move on.
I hadnt realized just how packed the sidewalk had become behind us.
What about at Disney World when they tell you "there is no line, fill in all available space?"I like my personal space and Ive never been one to just mussel my way past and around otherwise innocent bystanders
Well done. And I hope you were forgiven.I hollered out just loud enough for both the girl and her father to hear me: Ive got you, and then I let go of Tamaras hand (that right there was hard to do, and I still feel bad about it Tamara had a good hold onto her sister but even that fact dont change things).
The offensive lineman in Rob was unleashed.From this point on I no longer cared whether or not the folks I was wedging myself around and amongst were offended.
Maybe you should see a therapist?Ive got to tell you just writing that gave me some very vivid and disturbing flashbacks.
So are you saying I could still be watching the parade instead of fighting my way through approximately 234,108,632,001 people????This time the response was: We wont leave with out you promise!
Rather fitting for the representative of a fast food chain.Between the size of the balloon (one of the largest that day)
So he's the largest balloon, but he's working out!Ol Ronald is enjoying a nice day of speed skating on some idyllic frozen lake somewhere. You just couldnt see the skates or the balancing had behind his back until he was right on top of you.
Confession time... I've never really "got" Tim Burton. Sure, I've enjoyed some of his films, but I just don't get his... whatever it is.Very Burton-esk
I'm sure it would, but you're still writing this TR 9+ months after it happened as it is.
But why should you start now?
As the husband of the coach of about 15 - 20 high school cheerleaders, all I have to say is
Note: I would have used more smilies, but I hit my 25 picture limit.
Not even funny.
Now we've got a real parade!
My suggestion to you is to start drinking heavily.
That looks like quite a few young ladies in that picture, and it leads me to wonder...
Exactly how many foreign dignitaries and distinguished visitors actually go to Mobile, AL in a year.
WHAT??? The parade isn't over!!! We haven't seen Santa Claus yet!!!
Are you trying to tell me we get to go to the Macy's parade but we don't get to see Santa???
What about at Disney World when they tell you "there is no line, fill in all available space?"
Well done. And I hope you were forgiven.
Maybe you should see a therapist?
So are you saying I could still be watching the parade instead of fighting my way through approximately 234,108,632,001 people????
Rather fitting for the representative of a fast food chain.
Confession time... I've never really "got" Tim Burton. Sure, I've enjoyed some of his films, but I just don't get his... whatever it is.
Who's following? I'm mocking.And yet your still read along.
Who's the more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?
You wanna talk about things that will drive you to drinking...I absolutely believe you here.
(And I rarely believe what you say).
Woo hoo! Road trip!Interesting question. Maybe one of us ought to pose as a foreign dignitary (cause no one would believe that either of us was distinguished), and go research that more thoroughly.
I guess it has either been too long since I read it, or I just skimmed over that part.I mentioned this unfortunate turn of events back in the Rumblings of Mutiny chapter.
Figured youd remember, heck youve been reading this thing for 9+ months
Possibly even with no regrets.Yah she understood. Would have done the same Im sure.
Good point!Well Ive been drinking for a good bit now
Wont that do me just about as much good?
And be more cost effective?
Confession time... I have to agree with you on that one.
(Lord and mother always told me never to agree with your nemesis).
Pretty much sums it up.Really, I just see most of his visuals as overtly unnecessary.
They actually interfere with what otherwise is a good story or in the worse cases
stand in as the substitute focal point for a week story by being nothing more the odd.
I don't know... the dude isn't even all that relevant. I'm not even sure when the last time was that I saw an Energizer bunny commercial on TV.
Maybe he's more a fixture of Philadelphia sports.
A long way to go just to take a shot at Mark.
Nicely done there.
Part 7: The Study of Pressure and Time
There were 650 of em. Thats a lot of cheerleads right there. All I can add is: bless their poor chaperones hearts
Now, imagine finding yourself at the MK with that group behind you and one of them flag following tour groups ahead of you
I believe Id have to find some means of escape as quickly as possible.
A quick look back to the north revealed a Hail Mary in the form of our last Novelty balloon of the day
These are the Mobile Azalea Trail Maids
I would tell you what song she was lip-syncing, but honestly, I didnt hear it. Because it was just at that moment that every cell phone within fifteen feet of me went off again. This time the text message received simply read:
They aced it!!!
But I was in for a far greater shock. As we reached the corner of the building to make the move on down 40th Street and on toward Seventh Ave, we encountered an unimaginable sea of humanity. This might give you an inkling of the biological density here
One of the other dads was ahead of me holding two of his younger daughters hands as he dived head long into the throngs. The little girl closest to me reached back and grabbed my hand as well. I quickly grabbed Tamaras, she got a hold of her sister and we all sank into the crowd.
I mean, honestly, the only thing those youngens could possibly have seen was the butt at eye level directly in front of them. Just what was the point of that nonsense, I ask you?
Daddy, she called out. At this point the daddy in me kicked into high gear and there was now question of what had to be done. I hollered out just loud enough for both the girl and her father to hear me: Ive got you, and then I let go of Tamaras hand (that right there was hard to do, and I still feel bad about it
With two hands now available I first made sure to get a good hold of the little girls hand and then her coat collar. From here I pulled myself around ahead of the child and told her to use both hands to keep a tight grip on my hand and sleeve, while making sure to also keep a firm grip on her wrist. Then it was a matter of leading the youngen through the madness in the direction where her dad and sister had disappeared. From this point on I no longer cared whether or not the folks I was wedging myself around and amongst were offended. Very Un-Southrn of me, but their concerns were no longer mine. A few arduous minutes later, the crowd began to thin and we emerged into a clearing, and rather quickly found her dad and sister. All was well.
Lord! It's a miracle!
Well sorta I had lost track of Tamara, and that was not even a notion I could contemplate rationally.
I want her found! Not tomorrow, not after breakfast! Now!
West bound, back through the Lincoln Tunnel and into New Jersey, we could see the daylight city skyline clearly for the first time since arriving.
Easiest time I ever did.
No such thing as easy time, you say?
We still had the music (and the memories) to keep us company.
They cant take that from you, y know.
The pink nightmare was next on the scene. This one was a balloonicle, and they made sure to over animate the critter. This one ziged and zaged the whole way. Entertaining for the crowd not sop much for the unit directly being the boy.
Its a Tim Burton creation called: B Boy. Hes not actually a character from any book or film, just something Tim designed. The story is that he is made up of bits and scraps from balloons of past parades.
Working on catching up with the latest updates, but somehow I missed this:
We keep losing and losing and losing and losing and losing...
That's all it takes, really. Pressure and time. That, and a big @#$% poster.
This picture made me laugh. Looks like you're about to lose your camera.
Um...ok.
Happy Thanksgiving! You can spend it in New Jersey.
I have no idea what those two Italian ladies were singing about.
You look like a pink nightmare. Do you want to wear that?
Rob,
Still reading along! Haven't had time to go back and pick out individual quotes for snarky comments yet, but I'm still with ya!