As promised
I lied. Here are the pictures from earlier tonight. Those who frequented my old travel blog (offline at the moment D:<) will recognize my photo-essay style: I take a decent picture once in awhile, but was very pleased with how most of these came out.
First off we ran into this off-boulevard, young teen party only a block and a half from the Molino House. They were dancing at El Molino and Green to the boombox beats of that one homeless guy who always has that boombox going.
As soon as we hit Colorado Boulevard, presence of law enforcement was evident.
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After a spot of shopping, we ran into this guy near Q's Barney's. His sign took awhile to parse.
Toward the western end, several news cameras heralded the headquarters for the impeachment folks. True to form, Dick looks like he's having a lot less fun than George.
Stretching east from the Porsche dealership for half block was an encampment of identically dressed people flown-in from Beijing. They were having a lot of fun, playing card games and talking about football, from what I could tell.
Didn't notice until after I'd copied the pictures from my camera, this sign contains one of my favorite things to drop into a conversation: The wages of sin are death. It says "is" here, but it's a grammatically conflicted clause any way you slice it.
This guy was shredding the Casio in front of Jake's.
After stopping at the little market just below on Fair Oaks (Can all nearby businesses stay open 24 hours on NYE?) we were confronted by a stream of floats turning south from Green. Not the new Ark, this is a float from Trader Joe's, it has animals in a trailer pulled by a long, exciting train.
Parade theme of "World Celebrations" translated by the Port of Los Angeles into "shipping."
Ms. Vanity scorned my excitement over float two in a long series of boat floats, The Love Boat! It didn't help when I sung much of the theme song.
Heading back east, we ran into my ma, Catherine; and Uncle Tom and Dale.
Uncle Tom took this picture of myself and my beloved muse.
She found this on the ground.
Not pictured, but I also heard some righteous fire-and-brimstone preaching through a megaphone from a young man and two friends. The police shut him down for amplified sound, but walking away as he passed me: "Where are we going to go now?" one of his friends asked. "To another corner," he replied.
Reminded me of the young, vociferous preachers who used to be camped out in Old Pasadena ~10 years ago, who made the happy consumers uncomfortable.
I also talked to Christine Stone of World Can't Wait handed out fliers about Guantanamo, torture, and impeaching the Bush administration just west of Fair Oaks. She said her response from people was "mixed." Some were highly receptive to the message, she said, but many had no idea what the torture issue was even about. Few were hostile she said, just some people posing honest disagreement.
Despite feeling sorry for myself not being able to party, it was a splendid New Year's Eve.
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