It has been a long day. No, a long weekend.
The first weekend of December is all the Christmas stuff that Colonial Beach can throw at you. Parades and Santa and lights and Ho fucking ho. I’m tired.
I love it all, don’t get me wrong. There is something about small-town festivals that I adore. Kids running around. People dressed like elves.
Girl Scouts on a float covered in sparkly snowflakes. The Boy Scouts marching with the color guard. I love it all.
I just wish it stretched out over more time.
Tonight was the 19th anniversary of a local gospel group and they had a big gospel sing. While a gospel sing is the last place you would expect to find me, I was there.
All the groups that participate in this are fantastic, but again, too much in one weekend.
I’m ready for bed.