Who doesn’t
love a parade? Truth be told, I was
never a parade person and if I’ve seen 2 in my lifetime, I’d be surprised. That is, not counting TV as I grew up watching at
least a portion of the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade every year. And as I’ve gotten older, I’ve thought about
seeing it in person just once. The
opportunity arose this year and my husband and I packed a minivan, loaded the
kids and headed to New York City the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.
As Wednesday
approached, there were some hurdles thrust in our way. A nasty storm was hitting the east coast with
torrential rains and wind gusts in excess of 50 miles per hour. There was talk of the big balloons being
grounded because of these winds. Traffic
was expected to be horrific as this was the busiest travel day of the
year. But this was one of my bucket list
items. I was not daunted and just knew it
would work out. (I also prayed a lot)!
And we drove right in with only a couple of miles of bumper to bumper traffic in Bridgeport and
Stamford, CT. There were only sprinkles of rain and not much wind. We sailed into Brooklyn with virtually no traffic and checked in our
suite at the Box House Hotel.
Once unpacked
and kids fed, we took a subway to the Museum of Natural History where the
balloons were being inflated. People
were in a festive mood. We took photos of families for them, they took
photos for us. Music played and people sang along as we walked along the street pausing long enough to gaze at the massive balloons and take
a photo here and there. There was a three block walk to the next street with more balloons and I began to get apprehensive at
that point. Thousands of people were out
to see the balloons the night before the parade. How on earth were we going to
be able to get a spot? People camp out in spots all night. They get up at 4 am to
claim a front row spot. My husband
had no intention of getting up that early.
I didn’t sleep
well Wednesday night, dozing off then waking when I’d hear a wind
gust, but optimistic the big balloons would fly. By 3am, I didn’t hear anymore wind and at
5:30am the alarm woke me up. By the time
we got into Manhattan, it was 7am. We
walked up to 6th Avenue. At a
corner on 6th, a large party of people
had set up camp with chairs and blankets. To their left was a huge metal street sign,
and to the left of that was another group of people with chairs and
blankets. As we were walking over, a
woman started ranting at us. “I was here
at 3:30 and this is my spot. No one except my kids are going to be here.
This is my spot.” We had never
said a word to her and she kept going on and on.
My husband and
I exchanged incredulous WTF looks and I told him ‘don’t even bother. Not even
worth saying anything especially if we are here watching the parade and have to
be around her for several hours.”
I tend to be
non confrontational.
I will generally back down and walk away. I was thinking maybe we should walk a little
further down 6th Avenue. So
we headed back towards the corner and I looked down under the sign. There was one single row of 4 people sitting
on the sidewalk, with room for another row behind them. One of the guys on the corner came over to me and said, "go over there, it’s
a public sidewalk", and he let us by his party so we could go in front of the
sign. As I went in, that nasty woman
tried to walk in front of the sign as well.
“Oh, no. This is my
spot. You have your spot. Go back to it.” And with that, I stood my ground and would
not let her in front of the sign. Anger
flashed across her face and she said, “I would have had this spot but the
police had it blocked off.” I retorted,
“Well it’s my spot now. Only my kids are standing here. You have your spot. Go back to it.” Not wanted to deal with her trying to edge in
while I would be taking pictures, I called to my husband. He came over and kept her at bay for the
parade. He was quite amused that I stood
up to her and said he wished he heard the exchange as it was not normally
something I’d do.
So we were in
the front, only four people in front of us.
We were practically on the street for the parade. I can’t thank Dave
from New Hampshire enough for his kindness in letting us pass by his group to get in front of
that sign. He also let a woman named Beth and her
daughter Claire from Minnesota in front of the sign. They were sitting on the curb and had arrived
shortly before us. A woman with her
teenage son from San Francisco were likewise let in by Dave and we ended up
part of a very fun, loud, friendly group.
Watching this
parade on TV and watching in person is a completely different experience. While I knew we would enjoy the parade, it
was even better than we expected. This
one time bucket list item was such an unexpected phenomenal experience, my
husband may be coerced to do it again sometime.
It was so exciting to be high-fived by the clowns, getting confetti
thrown on us, saying hi and Happy Thanksgiving and even briefly conversing with
the performers. We were singing,
shouting, waving and having the time of our lives! The people around us were very animated and friendly as well and
we all got to know each other a little.
It was a little cold, but no one seemed to notice or care.
If you have
the opportunity to go to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, do it. You will not be disappointed. Go to Central Park Wednesday afternoon/evening
and watch the balloons get inflated. Get
up early and get a spot. The experience of
being in front is amazing. I can now
say with certainty, “I love a parade!”
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