When you hear or read the words “Nascar” and “Parade” together, what do you imagine? Yes, that’s what I imagined, too.
I heard on the news the phrase “Nascar Parade” and how it would take place on the Las Vegas Strip at 2:00 pm on February the 28th (yeah, I’m a little behind). “Awesome!” I thought. “Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen or heard of a parade on the Strip before now. Peculiar…” I mused. I’ve learned something about myself. If I see or hear something I like, I take it and, metaphorically speaking, run with it. (In fact, this is a characteristic of my lovely niece “Mad.” I just discussed this characteristic with my brother, her father, not 1 hour ago. And then he compared me to her… not 59 minutes ago… but I digress). Back to taking something and running with it. Apparently I didn’t listen to all the details of the stupid “parade”. I was too excited about what I was imagining and how the Chunks would just LOVE it. (I started this entry last Sunday after family dinner…so it’s midnight a week later, I can’t sleep, so now I better finish it.)
Why did they even call it a parade? Seriously. All El Jefe could say was “I thought you knew.” So, I really wasn’t paying full attention. Me? Not pay full attention? Hard to believe, I know.
Anywho, here are the pictures of the “parade”:
As you can see, we waited with much anticipation. We could hear the news helicopters above. We knew it just had to be good.
Cool, a police escort. Here it comes…
What’s this? Trucks? Ok, give it a minute…
OK, more trucks…
And more trucks…
And, now I get it. It’s a long line of trucks. I guess that technically makes it a parade, but it doesn’t deserve to be called a parade. BTW, these photos are a small representation of the amount of trucks we saw.
Chunk #1 asked where the cars were. I explained they’re probably in the trucks, kinda like how Mack the Truck carries Lightening McQueen around. So just imagine what they look like inside the trucks. Isn’t that exciting? Isn’t it?
Chunk #2 appeared bored:
This was confirmed when she started punching herself in the face:
At least these ladies had a good time:
They cheered and yelled and waved at every truck. I have never been exposed to the Nascar experience so who am I to judge?
In the end, I thoroughly enjoyed this truck because Will Ferrell cracks me up. There’s something in his delivery that sometimes reminds me of one of my brothers.
After it all ended, we walked back towards our car. As I passed this window I looked up and liked the potential of a picture of the waiter standing in this tall window looking down on the crowd. Then I noticed the waiter was laughing at me. I know because he was laughing and then he gestured towards me….so, in return I took his picture. I don’t blame him for laughing. I was pushing Chunk #2 in a stroller, I had a back pack for a diaper bag somewhere on my person, our huge camera bag, our SLR camera around my neck and Chunk #1 on my back. I looked ridiculous.
Perhaps with patience, timing, no children on my back, and him not laughing at me, I could have captured a much better image. But, all I could do was point the camera up at him without even a look through the lens. Nice shot, considering….
Other shots from the hip…
Yes, his name tag says “Elvis”
I should let this guy be, but come on.
And on that note…. good night.
Oh, wait, here’s a group shot…
…and NOW goodnight.