It was like waiting for a parade that was supposed to put all other parades to same. Everyone you talked to raved about the greatness of this parade and so you stand expectantly on the side of the road ready to be blown away by this amazing parade. You wait, and wait, and wait through the rain and just watch the cars drive by while you wait some more. And finally when it comes, it's just a normal parade with the shriners in their little cars, the band that plays out of tun, firetrucks blaring their horns. Even though the parade was still nice, you waited all that time only to get the same experience out of this parade as you would from any other.
This is in a nutshell how I feel about Caucasia.
