All the people dressed up and participating in the parade start on the boardwalk, walk down the beach through three gated ribbons, each representing a season, and then march the entire parade right in the water, officially bringing in the summer.
Not being able to handle the fact that Grant beat me at videogame boxing, I insisted that we both do the strong man game (I figured I was a shoe-in for an easy victory...I mean come on, look at those rippling forearms, right?)
Too bad I forgot to take into account that Grant's Limey ancestors have spent the better-half of last thousand years hunched over in dim caves mining coal and whatnot on their god-forsaken Island country (aka - England). He beat me by a full ten points on the little lightbulb meter. Fack!
