Lessons From the Kissing Booth

Yesterday was my first Fremont Solstice Parade. I saw just bits of the parade (being so short, all I ever see is bits), but it looked like these clowns were having the same problem:



The promised naked people and people covered in body paint and both was everything I'd heard about.


All the cool kids were there. We missed meeting up with Cat, but we did find and then lose Manuel (with whom we watch a rather entertaining juggling act) and found and kept Oscar. I had a good time; I'm glad we got to go.