Just a few days after Doo Dah I received this e-mail:
Okay, here’s a zip file with all the pics I took of the Doo Dah Parade and afterparty. At the beginning are a few pics of me at the cool Polynesian style apartment building across the street from where I stayed- you can ignore those! Sorry that the ones of you in the parade didn’t come out too well- I tried to get a couple of shots of you as you passed (appropos!) Mills Ave., but the sun was at a lousy angle. You’ll have a hard time seeing yourself in the pics. But the last pic in the set is worth having!
Hope you’ve recovered well from the burning spotlight!
love ya’ always,
Russ is one of my best friends. We met in geometry class in high school. Today he is a veterinarian in San Jose, so I always tease him that I love him for his “culture and sensitivity.” OK, that’s just bad laboratory humor…. still, I do love him lots.
Russ and his friend, Mark, drove down from San Jose on the Saturday before the Doo Dah Parade. They
stayed at the kitchy Kalua apartments (that’s Russ by the lava rocks) and then staked out a spot in front of Victoria’s Secret on Colorado Boulevard the next morning (note Mark standing by the underwear-clad manniquin).
Their photographic vantage point frankly stunk, but you can make out the bagpipers, the coming and going of my Official Entourage in Lafayette’s convertible and the coming and going of me in Tom and Carin’s car (I’m the one waving, coming, and going, you barely make out the long train of my dress draped over the car’s trunk). There’s also the Bastard Sons of Lee Marvin and the giant cat-float contraption that had everyone talking.
On the route, I spotted Russ in the throng. He was jumping up and down, waving and yelling, “Michelle!” (Mark was more subdued and merely waved without wavering from his place on the sidewalk.)
Seeing Russ, knowing the time and miles involved, was a big thrill for me. I tried to yell, “Meet me at the park” and gesture in the general direction, but I wasn’t sure if he understood. It just didn’t seem right that we might not be able to meet up for a good chat!
Did Russ receive my e-mail with information on the Doo Dah After-Party?
Would he and his friend Mark be able to find the American Legion?
Did Russ have time to go to the party? After all, I’m sure he had many furry, feathered and finned patients waiting to see him on Monday morning.
Read my next entry to find out….