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TL;DR- Drunk and with no experience I lead a small group in pretty big parade.
I once led a small marching band in a parade while incredibly drunk, with a flagpole effectively attached to my cock (yeah, just rest the end against your belt, it's fine), and with only 45 minutes of training the weekend before. At the largest fife and drum muster in the US. I had no prior experience at anything remotely related. I had only been to one of the corp's meetings previously. Later that night I kissed my future wife for the first time.
I'm sure there's some wonderful psychoanalysis take away that I thought of the flag as an extension of my cock.
To this day I have no idea why they didn't get the actual marching band member boyfriend of one of the members to lead, because apparently I was pretty awful at it. It got some minor news coverage, so there's a chance a picture exists somewhere.