The parade on Friday night brings out more people every year. The moderate temperatures and gentle snowfall made for a beautiful and enjoyable scene. The snow was falling like it does in movies. Slow and gentle, no wind to blast the icy snowflakes into your face. Forces everyone to remember how to drive. Makes everyone slow down (and with me become late).
A warm and welcoming coffeeshop is much appreciated after an hour in the cold. The cash register rings with business and urgency, the espresso machine steams, barristas fly behind the counter, people laugh and talk, kids run around. We sit and are merry, chilling with jazz music, a mocha and good friends.
Friday of Thanksgiving usually makes for a good party with those who have returned for the holiday. The bars were packed with a seeming all-school reunion of Bemidjites. People spoke with those who they may not have in high school - we've grown up a little and realized the stupidity of our ways.
Everything's great until its 3AM and I have to work at 8:30AM, but have not made it home yet. Two employees with only four hours of sleep each make for zombie like waitstaff.