James got to have his parade.

And then some.

He seemed at first overwhelmed.

Everyone staring at him and all.

That lasted like half a second.

People threw stuffed dogs and stuff at him after he sang. Not any real dogs, though. That I saw.

He was wearing a dog toy in his pocket. Good thing I didn’t bring Otterpop.

There was singing and stuff. Songs of great hitudinal magnitude by James, and people like the guy with the Bud tallboy right behind me. Who didn’t even know the words. My god, he’s singing a Journey song, drunk guy. How hard is that?

The last show we saw at the Boardwalk was a circus. And Nancy Sinatra wearing go-go boots singing about how they were made for walking. Which I wouldn’t agree with exactly, not those zip up patent leather go-go boots, but whatever.

We’re glad we helped James get his parade. I know he’s going to be a huge superstar in the near future. And now we don’t have to watch stupid American Idol anymore.