I wish we could be there. We'd take the whole family and probably make some outlandish outfits that would make passer-bys assume we were extremists and dismiss us, but in the middle of the night when they heard their kids coughing they'd think of us.
Instead, we're doing the next best thing and asking my sister if I can pay for the train ticket of my social butterfly of a 13 year old niece to ride up there and have her make a party of it with her friends. I wonder if I could convince them to wear those outfits . . .