Ah, The Rose Parade

My neighborhood is under siege.  The Rose Parade route passes within a block of my house, so my neighborhood is a parking lot for the parade.  The situation is pretty bleak.  For example, I hope the owner of this car is not planning to leave the parade early:   

I walked over and watched the parade for about three minutes - and those are three minutes of my life that I will never get back.   

As a Pasadena resident who can hear the Rose Parade from her living room, I feel like I am morally obligated to love the pageantry.  But I must be missing a Parade Lovers Gene, because I just can't get excited about a a rocket ship made from daffodils.  Sorry, Pasadena - I love you, but your parade is pretty lame.