After four days of being immersed in Kingdom thoughts and teachings through the webstreaming of the mind-blowing event that is “onething 08” (from IHOP-KC), yesterday was a bit of a whiplash experience. We had to run a couple errands early in the day, but then retreated home, to become immersed in a mind-blowing experience of a different type: the Mummers Parade.
After watching the final half of the parade on TV, it became clear why this annual Philly event takes place on New Year’s Day. I think it takes a night of being up way too late and drinking way too much for this event to make any sort of sense at all. I mean, under what other circumstances would thousands of people brave sub-freezing temperatures and huge crowds to watch befeathered, sequin bedazzled men from space rocking out to a medly of space tunes, including everything from “2001 Space Oddessy”, “Star Trek” and “Close Encounters” to “Star Wars”. Or what about my personal favorite? Several dozen men dressed as ancient Egyptians, both living and mummified, covered in glittery garb and sporting enough feathers to make a Vegas showgirl jealous, playing banjos and saxophones, dancing to “Mr. Sandman”, right there in front of City Hall.
Think I’m kidding? Take a look at this:
Then there’s this guy:
And these guys:
You also have to take into account the length of this extravaganza. When I said we saw the last half of the parade, I meant was we saw THREE HOURS of the parade! The TV announcers we watched said this was the shortest parade ever. Last year the parade started around 10 AM and ended just in time for the “Fancy Brigade” show at the Pennsylvania Convention Center at 8 PM!
Don’t get me wrong; I am in no way criticizing this exhibition. It is a tradition that goes way back in Philadelphia history, and from the interviews we’ve seen, it seems like some terribly fun-loving guys using their time and resources to enjoy their hobby of choice. I’m just saying that I think being sleep deprived and hung over may help it all make sense..
As Adam is fond of saying: “I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’…” Happy New Year!