The Chinese New Year is celebrated big time here in San Francisco, so we were happy to join our dear friends for an evening of parade viewing and firecracker burns avoiding last week. It's crazy how Chinatown already feels like another corner of the world nested in the heart of this city regardless of the holiday, and it was even crazier to see how deeply old and new Eastern traditions are carried out here in the west of the west.
To be honest, the parade was...OK. Once you see one colorfully decorated dragon being pranced around the streets by a dozen out-of-breath people, you've kinda seen them all. I did enjoy giggling along with the masses of cutie patootie kids all dressed up and dancing, but in terms of needing to make the effort to attend again next year...I think we're good (especially B, whom I could tell would have slept standing up behind me in the parade crowds if there weren't so many snap crackle pop sounds exploding all around us). He's a good sport :)
Happy New Year!