Lamarche normally watches the parade on
TV. Even though it's cold, she doesn't regret it, although she said it had made her a little
"I haven't been able to sleep," she said.
-- Tre'vell Anderson
-- Sarah Parvini
Eric Horn, 35, walked briskly up Colorado Boulevard clutching his brown Bible around 5:30 a.m.He spotted a teenager leaning against a wall, texting, and they made contact. They spoke for a bit and Horn began to share his testimony.
The teenager nodded and began to scroll through his phone. Horn spoke to him for a few more minutes and then walked off, wishing him a blessed day.
He said he decided a few days earlier that the parade was a perfect place to share his beliefs, so he made the trek from San Bernardino.
"I'm here to be around a lot of people," he said, "to do ministry and have fun."
Horn, who studies acting at San Bernardino Valley College, took a bus to Pasadena Wednesday afternoon and had been out on the parade route ever since. (He took a break last night to watch Gone Girl at a nearby theater.)
Just down the street, as the sun peaked over the horizon, tow trucks drove by blaring their horns. A woman danced to the rhythm. Another did jumping jacks to shake her shivers.
A woman walked by and laughed, muttering: "This is Boston on a warm day, wimps."
Nearby, LaShawnda Nelson was engaged in a bit of friendly competition.
"Hurry!" she screamed. "People are bum rushing."
Her, her sister and their two friends rushed from their makeshift campsite, which included a fire pit roasting shish kabobs, to the street, where they set up lawn chairs.
They'd made the trek from Riverside and been out since 9:30 p.m., but they'd decided to wait to set up along the parade route until the morning.
"So we've been waiting all night and then these people rush in at the last, hot minute? They think they can sweep our prime spots?" she said, flashing a grin and waving her finger in front of her
face. "Nuh uh!"
Her friend chimed in, singing: "I second that emoooooootion."
Christine Perez walked by, holding hands with her 9-year-old son, Anthony. She eyed their fire pit with a bit of jealousy.
She smiled at Nelson and made a confession that she realized might be obvious by how few supplies she was carrying: "It's our first time."
Nelson, a long timer, told her she'd share some pointers and the two exchanges high fives.
Nelson's first advice? "Move closer."
Anthony, who was wrapped in a blanket with snowflakes on it, jumped out of his lawn chair, picked it up and ran to a closer spot.
Anthony said he couldn't wait to see the floats. (His mom's a florist and he inherited her passion for flowers.)
"Red roses are my favorite," he said, bouncing with anticipation. "It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast."
The weather -- although way too cold -- was cooperating with the rule Perez made about how long they'd stay.
"I expect to be somewhat miserable, but if it rains I'm out," she said.
-- Marisa Gerber