OMG I woke up this morning and in the mirror staring back at me was a boiled lobster! IDIOT! I spent all day in the nice warm sun, it was in the mid-sixties, breezy, I didn't even think of sunscreen. It's like I forgot what happens when the sun comes out. My face, chest and right arm got it the worst, the rest of me was either shaded or covered by clothes. And there's a little white spot on my chest from... just guess what... the shadow of my nose. Crying out loud. I've been slathering myself in 99% aloe gel so I hope this heals up fast. I, apparently, was the only person in this entire 14 story office building who went outside this weekend because everyone is looking at me like they've never seen a sunburn before, much less had one. I feel like a sideshow, "Step right up! See the amazing half-lobster girl!"

Hubby and I biked several miles to a May Day festival to see the parade and meet up with some friends. We really had a good time-- Hubby more so than me because he was tall enough to actually see the parade. I, on the other hand, got to see a couple inches here, couple inches there peeking between the people in the crowd. The streets of the parade route were lined with people three and four deep, so we just hung back a little with our bikes on one of the intersecting streets. Hubby took like 500 pictures with his iPhone, I hope he got some good ones. He took some pictures with my phone that didn't exactly capture the event, like, hey nice shot of that guy's hairy forearm. Thanks.

I haven't been to May Day in a few years, and yesterday I remebered why. Not only can you not drive within two square miles, but even biking is a hassle and we ended up walking our bikes through throngs of people. The parade is always super awesome and creative with handmade papier mache masks, huge figures, and floats, but once the parade ends, everyone goes to the festival and it's just choas. There are no activities, there's some sort of reenactment with a boat being pushed across the pond. There are a couple food vendors, hour-long lines for the porta-potties, kids running in wild naked packs, and people just sort of mill around the park juggling or hoola-hooping or trancing out on the grass.

Ultimately we decided to go to a nearby cafe, which, thankfully, was not at all crowded and whose outdoor seating was in the shade. So we sat around listening to each other's funny stories from the last couple months, my favorite being my BFF's sister's recounting of having a major fit of sneezing with a mouth packed full of watermelon--I'll be adding THAT to the list of things I think are funny. Anyway, time to put my rudolph nose back to the grindstone!