If you are like me, every time you start a sentence with "This one time", even years after the movie, people still laugh and quote this very memorable scene. Despite my annoyance with it and the countless times I have gone "UGH I AM JUST TRYING TO TELL A STORY", it is the best band reference I can think of to describe the fact that last night around 10:30 pm, I had the pleasure of being graced with the sounds of...a marching band. Outside of my window, onto a side street that virtually no cars drive on except to park (which is not near a school or anything that would have a marching band), I heard drums, horns, and trumpets. Once my dog got to barking, I knew that it was not a dream (or some Zach Braff in Scrubs style imaginary parade for me), and much to my confusion, complete with cheerleaders, a band marched down the street. Though they were obviously practicing for something, this type of random occurrence, so late at night and a very unimportant street, could ONLY happen to me. At first I wanted to dance, do the gator chomp, and/or (depending on my multi-tasking skills) start singing the words to HEEEEEEEEY BABY. Then, I actually convinced myself that it was a holiday parade and I just forgot it was a holiday (You know like someone important's birthday, or a concert for the first day of spring?). After checking my calender for the first time in months (like the day matters, I am ALWAYS doing the same thing...like clock work) and realizing that there was no real parade-y holiday (I mean, nothing tops Macys and Thanksgiving), I then concluded that DC has parades any time something important happens, like say, the passage of health care reform. Yes, this mini marching band interlude was actually the President's way of saying, NOBODY IS GONNA...RAIN on HIS PARADE....without us having to listen to him sing.
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