Every year this time, the city I live in converts to its roots, becoming an old western town again. We have a parade, rodeo, dance and Mother's Day brunch in one weekend. The suspense building up to it is contagious. I've never quite seen an entire county embrace something so hokey. It's endearing.
My mom came to town this weekend so we could do a joint Mother's Day and my birthday combo celebration. We packed a picnic of strawberries, cheese, apples, popcorn and wine (because of course you can drink on the street during this event), and camped out in our lawn chairs for the parade.
It was great to be in a place where your greatest stress is putting on sun screen and deciding how to juggle the Tupperware containers of food while pouring a glass of wine.
Lesson learned: There should be more parades like this one.
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