I remember 1.5 years ago when Meat was all like, "Listen up people, I'm throwing beads in this parade. Here's my float number and I'm on the driver's side."
And then I was like, sure, I'd play along. So I wait and wait, and soon realize all the float numbers are out of order, and I navigated across the parade from where my friends were across the street and back a couple of times. No Meatloaf. What hurts the most is not being able to scream Meatloaf at the top of my lungs in a drunk crowd.