I could have taken photos of the floats (like this masterpiece of aluminum foil) or cute boys, but there were other, better things to photograph.
Unfortunately, my camera can not quite capture the divine shade of apricot sherbert of this mullet. I'm hungry just looking at it.
Unfortunately, I also missed seeing (and photographing) the "bipolar" "sex addict" whom Michael located on his iphone's Grindr app, who was marching as a cheerleader security guard.
I thought it looked best like this, as a nature morte, so to speak.
Steve Zahn (and Michael's head). He was standing right next to us. Later, he graciously indulged us in letting us take photos with him.