I, of course, had not the slightest clue what was going on. I had decided to go to the bathroom just before they started. Because the lines at the various porta-potties, I decided to run into the Museum of Natural History. Because they placed the restrooms deeply in the museum, I found myself passing various skeletons, an exhibit on the evolution of life, and various Promise Keepers who needed the bathroom at least as much as I did.
I couldn't help but wonder if any had a problem with the evolution exhibit.
In any case, when I left the museum it looked like a bomb had hit. Middle aged men littered the ground. In order to find my seat, I had to step (and occasionally leap) from spot to spot, hoping not to land on anybody's hand, head or other body part.
I did manage to find my seat eventually. A group near the one
I was with had stuck their banner into the ground. I don't remember
any details of the banner, but it stood out from the crowd and allowed
me to orient myself. While I could easily identify the faces of the
people I rode with, it's hard to tell people apart when they're lying face
down in the dirt.