Matt and I are watching the Miss America competition. It's one of those kitchy pleasures. And as we're watching, we're cheering for Miss Wisconsin, but not because we have state pride (we don't even really want to admit we live here). No, we want her to win because we assume that if she does, they'd have a parade.
A parade would be awesome because it's kind of boring around here and a parade would be a lot of fun to go to (the kitch factor again).