Mermaid Parade

For the past three years, Noah and I have intended to make the trip to the Island of Coney for the annual Mermaid Parade. Last year, I remembered 30 minutes after the fact. The previous year, we started the morning at the laundromat on what turned out to be the hottest day of my life. After standing guard in a windowless room full of machines that blow hot air, then carrying our piping hot laundry back home and up the six flights to our apartment, all I wanted to do was strip down to my skivvies and stand in front of a fan.

Turns out stripping down to one's skivvies and the Mermaid Parade are not mutually exclusive.

You've got to love any parade where the first float features an elected official warning everyone that if you offend easily, you should just go home now. {shockingly, the 4th of July parade in Lewiston, Utah started the exact same way.}

Don't worry, this blog is still safe for work and children {call over your coworkers and gather your little ones 'round...}. All photos have been carefully selected for their non-nudity qualities.

{one of NYC's most famous residents. who is this guy and why do i see him everywhere?!}

{naturally.}

{modest mermaids. adorable.}

{this little gal stole the show. highlight of the parade, for sure.}

{i was actually trying to capture the flamingo hat and moved too slowly. little did i know i would end up with the greatest picture ever of these folks.}

{handsome.}

{a little cranky and tired of crowds by this point.}