The Dork Parade

This was the St Patrick's Day parade, the Saturday before. It was cold and I have to admit a little disappointing because there wasn't a lot of bagpipers or floats. There was a lot of Irish families and clans that were wearing excess amounts of green. And a lot of dogs. Still I will probably go again next year, why not it's a fun family tradition. And I can call it a dork parade with respect, being a big dork myself (want proof ask me what I did for St Patrick's Day when I was in 7th grade)


Here was a bunch of folks dressed up as alcoholic beverages, had something to do with some Utah proposition, I thought it was funny, I hurried to take a picture of Abby because I wanted to see the look on her face, but she saw me and smiled. I'm sure on the inside she was shocked and horrified.

Some sort of Irish pixie I think. This family was the most creative in their get-ups. They had some little kids that were pots o' gold, but I wasn't quick enough to get them.

Everybody loves green-tailed ponies.

This felt like one of the only floats with decorations , well endowed ones at that.

My kids with their other moms, because let's face it a picture of one of them is almost like a picture of me.