So I started work last week. LOVE IT. I've been going to THE grassy knoll during lunch time and enjoying the sights. After the first day of lunch out there, I knew I had had had to take my camera with me. Some of the stuff I saw was just too good
not to document. So as I headed out to eat my picnic lunch on Friday, I happened upon my very own parade. Just to welcome me to the city, I'm sure. And I started taking photos, started furiously texting... and giggling. I loved every second of it. Despite the fact that many of my friends thought I was lying to them (Jessica), I have proof. And here it is. You can't make this stuff up, folks.

Quick. Find the off-duty Santa.

Nothing says State Fair of Texas like turkey legs, green chilis, and crawfish tails. What?

Chickenhead. Literally.

This duck, you may notice, is farting bubbles.

Pirate ships? In Texas?

I have NO idea what these guys were doing in the parade. Other than being really really awesome.

This guy was infiniti awesome better than the other guys, though. That's a DART train.

Typical. Stagecoaches in Texas. Typical.

Also typical: poop clowns. They walk behind horses and clean up the poops. I almost wish I had their job. And then I punch myself in the face and realize that no, no I don't.

I literally squealed with delight when I saw these horses wearing unitards. Just like their riders.

Hello, Ms. State Fair of Texas. You are so honor-able.

To my utter delight, two cowboys walked by. Ahhhh drink it in, friends.

This poor guy was wearing waders as his band leader boots. Not like that was a problem or anything. Just noting the facts.

And lastly, when you can't march, you might as well get a dude to push your wheelchair in a parade. Wonder what the guy would have been doing if he wasn't pushing his bff around the streets of downtown Dallas?
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