November 27, 2003
I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to be suckered into watching the Holidazzle Parade tomorrow. Owen's thankfully not too interested in parades yet, but the visiting five-year-old nephew is. I'd accept that excuse were it not his in-town aunt who's pushing hard to see the parade.
I don't know what it is about the Holidazzle in particular that sets my teeth on edge. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that it interferes with my bus schedule for a month, making me run late more often than not. Maybe because a bunch of bright, happy lights and dancing & singing Disney characters are not welcome at a time of day when I want nothing to do with anything cheery. Or maybe it's that watching it involves standing in the cold for an hour. Could just be that I'm not a huge fan of this holiday season in general, and my reaction is just general curmudgeonly behavior.
Yep, that about sums it up. Sigh.
Update: Of course, I'm not the scrooge I once was, and I really do enjoy watching the nephew react to stuff like parades, so I know it won't be that bad. I just have such a visceral reaction to the Holidazzle that it's easy to start off complaining about it. I'm such an ass.
