|waiting in my fig for the train to arrive|
|valuable team members|
Donning our Team Mama Mia t-shirts, we met up with some other members of the team at the base of the Philadelphia Museum of Art steps. It took a while to get checked in, get t-shirts, light-up balloons (red for supporters, gold in memory of someone and white for survivors), food, as well as fraternize with NBC10 peacocks and oddly inflated giant tigers (still don't know the purpose of that one). The weather cooperated and it was even warm enough for me to go bare headed until the sun set. Luckily we missed the Remembrance Ceremony, as the head-shaving ceremony had us in tears right from the start. The MC seemed intent on forcing people to talk about their loved ones while choking back tears of their own.
|Gonna rock this walk out.|
|Team Coach carrying the Captain|
|Team Banner (as decorated by 104/105)|
I was a tiny bit disappointed (okay, a lot bit) at how few white balloons (survivors) were raised in the air. I've been trying to rationalize it in my head by thinking that people don't want to relive the experience and want to put it behind them. It was too good of a day to linger on this for too long. I said to Rachel, for every white balloon, it takes a whole bunch of red ones. And thank goodness there were a whole lot of red ones there.
|Red Boathouse Row|
|Team Mama Mia Representatives|
|The biggest white balloon shining down|