Seriously, when did tortilla throwing become a thing?

On New Year’s Eve I was assigned to cover the shenanigans of folks camping out overnight on Colorado Boulevard for the Rose Parade.

I’ll admit I was hoping for a quiet, possibly boring, assignment to finish out 2013.

I’ve done this story more than few times in the past and the hardcore parade-goers usually go out of their way to make us feel welcome and make us part of their fun.

That means when the lights go on for live shots, the silly string, marshmallows and tortillas start flying.

With my back to the street traffic, I’m nothing but a tempting target.

Parents were arming their little hoodlums and I think they were actually telling them to aim for the camera guy.

I’m (mostly) kidding of course.

We honestly got to meet a lot of nice people and they outnumbered the jerks and morons by a pretty fair margin.

That didn’t stop me from getting the hell out of there as quickly as I could after the last liveshot.

I saw those two little girls eyeing my truck.