The Rooster and the Basket Ball

THE ROOSTER

One kid pretending to be a solder had a rooster tied to a post while he was waiting for something to happen and the rooster threw a temper tantrum, scaring a 'Maria' he was talking to and startling me into laughing. He conquered the bad-tempered bird by grabbing him by the tail and feet, and then cooing over him until he calmed down. Another kid dressing up as a solder picked up the fallen feather and tried to stick it in his cap, unsuccessfully.

THE BASKET BALL (and the Baseball Cap)

A girl whose name I can't recall and I were playing with a basket ball when it over-bounced and went behind me...
To where a group of people dressed up as medics were standing...
Being taken a photo of by Mr. Alvaro Colindres...
Who was wearing a baseball cap...
The ball went right over his head with barely a milimetre (I'm using the English spelling `cause I like it. So sue me.) to spare...
And hit the bill of his cap.
And bounced.
We had a good laugh about that.
But at the time, I bet it startled him.
Oops.

THE PARADE HAPPENDED TODAY! THE PARADE! THE PARAAAAAAAADE!! W00T!
Wow. It didn't take that long, amazingly. Just two and a half hours to go, fool around, walk around, watch the rooster have a temper tantrum (more on that later), listen to someone being philosophical (again, more later, when my brain is less fuzzied), almost get run over by bikes, get into formation, get into a different formation, walk, watch the flag fall apart, walk more, get to the stadium, avoid the horse poo while you're doing your lap around it, LEAVE!, buy some stuff to eat/drink, walk home, wait for Mom to get back, have Mom unlock the office, start up computer, sign in, go to Blogger Beta.
Start time: 8:00
Finish: 10:33