(@work ,2am, sharing coffeebreak with old veteran night nurse.)
OLD VETERAN NIGHT NURSE: i saw you asked off on new years. you got plans?
ME: (sips coffee) sort of. i'm going home to philly.
HER: what for?
ME: the mummers day parade.
HER: the what?
ME: it.. how do i explain? it's this thing my brother does? he plays saxaphone. it happens once a year. all men. mostly plumbers &electricians &longshoremen. they drunkenly take to the streets january 1st. sort of like a flamboyant orchestra marching band, but with coreographed dance moves & elaborate stage costumes they spend all year preparing. it gets judged infront of city hall. only happens in philly. it's a weird local tradition carried through generations.
HER: what are the costumes like?
ME: they have to pick a theme each year as a group but there are usually sequins, feathertails &makeup involved.
HER: ohh..
ME: yeah..
HER: so your brother is gay too.

(ps: this is them and they won)