I judged for the third straight year. Maybe I wasn't quite tipsy or on psychedelic substances enough to sway the vote as I had in year's past, but I was pulling for the carpe diem spirit of the third-place float that bore my namesake, pictured after the jump.
The event was marked by a decided lack of snow, despite the numerous pleas to the Great God of Snow for just a little powder. Come on, Ullr. We had scantily clad women and men. We had a bobblehead Ullr. We even had a dude on a unicycle. What else do you want from us?
|Photo by Eric Peterson|
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