Giles, our pal in the UK asked Mrs. Robot how our President's Day went. It was obvious that while he is clever, smart, and english, he and his countrymen don't have any knowledge of our most grand and glorious holiday: President's Day!
Dear Giles in the UK,
President's Day here in the USA is quite an affair. Do you have something similar there in Olde England Towne? Prime Minister day?
Nonetheless, if you want to see a holiday done correctly (and not just a holiday for mattress stores to have sales) you should visit the USA for President's Day.
Good Morning America
President's Day 2007 started early, as it normally does with Mrs. Robot and I up at 5am so we could shower before having to meet our neighborhood group for the march to the stadium.
This year our neighborhood built a float for the parade entitled, "The Glorious Presidents of our past point us in the direction of great strength in the future of our glorious country". It was quite a project - the financial commitment for each household was at least $4,000 and we spent the last two months working almost full time on it (when we weren't working at our normal jobs supporting our glorious country with our hard work and spirit).
So, we all met down at the "Glorious Past Presidents Hall" before the march. Local bakers served us snacks and coffee and we sang a number of rousing anthems to get everyone into the mood. As usual, the crowd favorite was the traditional final pre-march anthem, "Glorious President Guide Us To Glory".
The final stanza still reverberating in my chest...
"With iron will and courage! And to the glorious fight we go! Rise up! Rise up!"
I get goosebumps just writing that.
The festivities really got going when we rolled our float out onto the main boulevard and started towards the stadium for the official President's Day 2007 festivities. Mrs. Robot and I walked hand in hand in front of our float while carrying a large sign honoring our chosen president: James Buchanan - one of the most glorious presidents of all time.
People were on the both sides of the boulevard waving flags and cheering for their favorite presidents while little children waved big foam "#1" hands that said, "Presidents!".
It was glorious.
Getting into the stadium is always tricky, and even though we took that into consideration, our float still kind of stumbled and hesitated when we guided it off the main boulevard onto the entrance ramp of Glorious United States Stadium. The bust of President Garfield came loose and was leaning a bit, but Mrs. Robot was nimble enough to get up on to the float and secure it with some duct tape before anyone noticed.
We did our loops around the stadium.
That's always exciting.
Marching together behind the displays of missiles. The past and current Presidents in their viewing booths watching in all their glory and honorable strength.
Granted, we are spiritually alive with love for our glorious presidents, but also exhausted after the seven hours of marching and synchronized flag performances. Both of us are suffering from sore and blistered feet. My arms are aching from twirling my rifle for so many hours.
Nonetheless, we all met down at the hall for fellow-shipping and eating the traditional President's Day feast. All of the neighbors were there and the small children were playing and chasing each other.
Slices of President's Day cake were passed around.
And, as normal, we ended the feast with our normal always-rousing rendition of "Glorious President Guide Us To Glory".