I’d been hoping to have the attendance be a million people and one Abyssinian, but my husband vetoed that idea.
Probably just as well, in the long run.
Most likely, I wouldn’t have been able to get this close to the parade with Jacoby’s stroller.
And it was really hot, too. Jake wouldn’t have wanted to be out there in his black jersey.
Angel was happy to watch the whole thing on TV at home, in the air conditioning.
She got to actually see the Stanley Cup, too – we didn’t get to see it in person because it was on the other side of Boylston Street from where we were standing.