This is my favourite time of year - Cactus Festival weekend. Please do not ask me why we are festivalling Cacti here in the frozen tundra, but we are. And with the Cactus Fest comes the Cactus Fest Parade and my very favourite old men. The ones that wear the short shorts. Shorts so short it begs the question.....
Why so short?
It's a mystery, but nobody I know who's seen the parade can talk about anything else than the short shorts. I mean check them out, could you talk about anything else?
Watching the parade we were growing concerned that perhaps the men in the short shorts were not going to be there. Then we figured, that they must be at the end of the parade because they truly are the Santa Claus of the Cactus Festival Parade. That's who we were all there to see. I'm sure it seems a little silly to the uninitiated, but let me tell you the pictures do not do the sea of pasty white thighs justice at all. It is a sight to behold.
The timing of their arrival was perfect, The sky had gotten dark, but the rain held off until the short shorts had passed us by. In retrospect we probably should have gone to Nancy's to wait it out a bit. The girls were soaked and cold in our long walk back to the van. Mom of the year that i am, I neglected to bring an umbrella or the girls rain coats even though there was a 60% chance of rain and these days that seems to mean you're guaranteed a torrential downpour at some point. Abby was a real trooper it didn't complain much at all, but she was a bit scared of the thunder and lightning plus the general feeling of chaos as lots of people were rushing back to their cars and homes.
As much as I love the short shorts, we all know the real reason we were there was to see Grandma Linda bang on her drums. Or rather bang her two sticks together. Either way we all cheered her on!