It Didn't Rain on My Parade...

I don't know how many graduation parades I've been to, but it must be well over 20 I think. They still choke me up. And I'm sure it's not just the bagpipes that pull the heartstrings.

Pity about the raining (or light drizzle) on the parade, but Matt, along with Rhi (an old officemate, and the person who patiently checked all my pages were in order one fateful Monday afternoon) both looked happy, and as good as you can under the maroon circumstance.

And now Straitjacket Fits tonight. *sigh*
By various accounts, it should be one of the top aural events of the year.