The turnout for the Texas Independence Day parade consisted of all the parade regulars (everybody except wealthy Anglo denizens of the "better" suburbs). After following the bands the length of Congress Avenue one at a time, especially loving the Guard band from Camp Mabry (motto: all Sousa all the time), we arrived too early at the Taj Palace, so headed up to the Gateway Center, the only location showing the movie. The choice of food was between Marie Callender's and Sushi Sake. The culinarily boldest at the table enjoyed Seattle oysters and sawagani. Yes, it's true; these tiny jewel-like crabs were consumed whole at the very table at which I was seated. The Guru was the perfect movie for a chilly day when laughs were needed, many of which came at the expense of the Macarena (don't ask).