So Louisiana loves its parades. In Louisiana a parade equals family, friends, food, floats, music, beads and alcohol. Lots of beads. Lots of alcohol.
Two years ago my wife and I went to the Mardi Gras Parade in Baton Rouge and were completely caught of guard at the energy and enthusiasm in the crowd. People kept coming. I’d never seen so many people in Baton Rouge before, but then again I haven’t been to an LSU game. People brought their kids and their beer coolers. Turns out they both double in helping to gain height to snag more beads.
The floats start and don’t stop. Unless you’re raised here, the parades may very well outlast you. The proof is most every float has its own port-a-potty. When the participants can’t make it through it without going you know the parades are long and you know they plan for drinking.
Anyway lots of excitement. Lots of fun. You mark the seasons by the parades. Homecoming, Christmas, Mardi Gras, St. Patty’s Day, Crawfish Festival, and on and on.
So yesterday was the St. Patty’s Day Parade here in Baton Rouge. Two years ago we didn’t know it existed but happened to drive through part of the route a couple of hours after it was over. We didn’t know what happened there but we could tell it had to have been a lot of fun.
This year we made a date. Unfortunately, she’s still north, so I had to go alone with a couple friends. It was fun. Lots of people. Lots of green. Lots of beads. And the most beautiful weather.
If you’ve never lived in Louisiana, it is something altogether different.