We almost missed the parade because it started on time! Stretching and reaching, the parade was, maybe, a block in length. There were pretty girls with lit hula hoops, drummers, a sitar player, a stilt walker, a big white seagull, unicycle riders, bike riders, people in masks and costumes reminding us of Burning Man, folks with an agenda, and folks like us out to do something on New Year's Eve on a cold winter's night.
Short of the Town Clock the drummers and sitar managed a final beat for the hula hoopers and anyone wanting to dance before everyone just sort of drifted away. At the Palomar with margaritas and beers in hands, we toasted out the old and in with the new (early). Somewhere in the world it had just turned into 2011.