Days of festivals and parades are supposed to be fun.  Like my cat, who is disturbed by the noise, I stay in a back part of the house so as to be less affected by Lumberjack Days.
 
As I worked in my office, it occurred to me that there was only one "kind of" happy parade day experience for me here.  It would have been a perfect day had it not been for the upset from the night before with someone who couldn't remember an agreement he had made with me after blowing off our 4th of July holiday plans that year and scheduling something else in conflict.  Of course, he didn't inform me of this until all my other friends had plans of their own...   
 
It was always about what he wanted to have and, no matter how much I gave him, it wasn't ever enough.  This is a Narcissist's claim to fame, so I later learned.