We love a parade

Let's all take a moment to recover from the horror that was Canada's Next Top Model, wherein the best girls got picked off first, and the ugliest were left til last, with the winner being the hideous headcase we'd all like to Canada's next top throttle. Unbelievably disappointing. As those who know have pointed out, we expect better from Jeanne Beker.
Breathe.
And thankfully, in the real world (where we can all take heart that we are prettier than our Top Model, boys included) there is much fun to be had. Example: last sunday, after being taken out for Smitty's by the lovely church secretary et family (which, incidentally, includes the coolest chick we've met here so far--we've already been for beers, hurrah), Jimmy and I caught the Royal Saskatchewan Museum centennial week kickoff parade. It consisted of exactly four things: a marching band with some very short members:

some old cars:

some Metis and some RCMP:

There were even one or two spectators. The parade wound around to the museum, where the official opening ceremonies. We got mildly lost on the way there, but paused to take in the beautiful Queen Elizabeth II gardens at the legislature
and the very moving Saskatchewan war memorial
before we finally found the opening ceremonies.
They went like this: Boring speaker introducing another boring speaker, then performance; repeat. The performances we caught were a hoop dancer, who was pretty rockin', and the high-larious Saskatchewan Express

which is a low-rent Saskie version of the Young Canadians. It was at that point that we opted to tour the museum.
The underwater exhibit in the prehistoric area was super-cool.
And whoever painted the exhibits was incredibly talented.

It was small, but fun and engaging. The holy-crap-the-world-is-ending enviro exhibit at the end even managed to challenge us without being preachy.
A long walk back around Wascana Lake was a lovely ending to our day.