I write this blearily while the rest of the brood dozes. You see, it is Mardi Gras break down here in Loosiana. School's out til Thursday.
Sooo...I went to Spanish Town Mardi Gras on Saturday.
The parade was already going when our mom's taxi-style minivan-load of mostly grad students arrived. It was insane. Beads a-flyin' everywhere. Themed floats, people hooting and hollering. It took a while to get into the spirit, as I don't go from 0 to WOO without the added ingredient of alcohol. Here's us being New York before beer.
Meanwhile there were plenty of sights to take in as we got warmed up.
Here we are after we got it started.
Wait, I guess we still look pretty reserved there. But more beads = more drunk, so there you go. I'd learned at Mardi Gras in New Orleans ten years ago that normally worthless beads become currency and add to the celebration. For a while I was bent out of shape that I hadn't caught any "special" beads, such as a string with a plastic frog attached. I'm over that now.
Most of the float themes played on politics, the writers' strike, or Louisiana's fallen homegirl Britney Spears. The first Britney one we saw enacted the Spears family reunion.
As with most everything down here, it seems, this was an all-ages event, and was not lacking in seasoned older characters.
But some of the less experienced Mardi Gras revelers appeared to have a hard time.
And this tyke was hammered.
The guy next to us asked if we were from around here, and when I asked how he knew we weren't, he said, "Because you're taking pictures." Oops. Battery was dying anyway. I did get a few more shots in before early bedtime, though.
JK! I saw our friend accidentally make out with an 82-year-old man, and I wish I could forget seeing the geriatric gals wearing sheer blouses with nothing underneath.
It was a great time, and we were all set to go the parades in New Orleans the next day. That is, until the next day. (We're not in college anymore.) Instead we had a mini Superbowl party with the neighbros.
After that first Mardi Gras when I was in college, I thought, that was perfect time to do that, don't need to ever be around that big of a partying shitshow again. But you never know where life will take you. It was a pleasant surprise that it was still as much fun, if not more fun, than the first time.
Here's what we did with all the beads when we got back from that first one.