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Back away fron the boy chara. I hear his boyfriend has extensive knowledge of weaponry. *grin*

Yesterday was Saint Anthony’s Feast in the North End. Don’t know much about the history other than it’s been held in this country for over 80 years after being brought here by Italian immigrants.

We (the Light Brigade) were part of the parade, for lack of the better word. What actually happened is that we were met by several guides who led us around to random spots to play. Occasionally our audience would provide us with food and drink. Since it wasn’t an actual parade, no streets were closed down for us. Instead the guides would stop and redirect traffic to let us through. This is how each group was handled and often we’d cross each other’s paths or have to stop and wait our turn.

Because the streets were narrow the colorguard couldn’t do much for carriage. When there was space the corps. played “Funniculi Funnicula”, which they had learned just this past Wednesday, so we didn’t have any carriage for it. Occasionally we did “Danny Boy” and “The Great Race” (the latter which we still have yet to get right).

My understanding was that we were supposed to be led around until Saint Anthony (a statue covered with long ribbons with dollar bills attached) who was also being led around, reached his final destination. Then we, along with all the other groups were supposed to meet him and perform for him. Unfortunately, due to the 90+ degree weather, three hours into the festival (just short of finding the cannolis to finish up our feast) we lost a horn player and our drum major due to heat exhaustion (though I think Judy, the drum major, might have been bordering on heat stroke as she had a fever and was shaking). We also came close to losing Bill, who carries the corps. colors in the honor guard. Anyhow, we set off with the remaining corps. in search of Saint Anthony, whom we found 30 minutes later. Luckily we found him a block away from where we had parked!

After changing into dry clothes in the parking lot (what’s this modesty you speak of?) I decided to drive home as Glenn had manged to consume several beers and a couple of glasses of wine (that was supposed to be my job! *grin*). He also pulled my hair tie out, and when I tried to tie it back I realized my cheeks were covered with dried, crystallized, sweat. Needless to say I hosed myself down when I got home.

Overall it was a fun day. I’d definitely prefer it to a regular parade, and I’d highly recommend the Feast to anyone who happens to be in Boston the last Sunday in August. I hope we get invited back next year!