Yesterday morning was the BYU Homecoming Parade. As part of the law school student council of sorts, I helped create the law school float Friday and showed up Saturday morning to participate in the parade. The float was amazing in that it had the engine of a '73 Ford truck and there was a hole in the top of the float that you sat in and drove it.Guess who got to drive it?
All was well - my driving this float, surrounded by exhaust fumes, unable to really see anything, darting children (and they kept on running towards the float - in fact, one kid was so close that someone yelled STOP and so I slammed on the break - luckily I was only going 3 mph so it wasn't too dramatic).
But then for some
reason the parade ends at the Smith Field house and all of your cars/other stuff are back at the Marriott Center. So suddenly everyone around is jumping on the float for a lift back to the Marriott Center. Soon there are at least 30 people sitting on this float, I can see NOTHING, and I am informed that I am going to have to merge onto incoming traffic because the BYU police aren't roping of the upcoming streets. It was a nightmare. So, amongst the dozen children screaming "go straight - go straight", I tune into the voice of one girl who had been guiding me the whole time. After a very long time, being passed by many cars, thinking we weren't going to make it up a small incline, and getting trapped behind horses, we arrived. My body has never been so tense in my life. It was nuts.
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