That’s how we roll
In the early evening after Tin had decided to give up totally on a nap, we got the parade gear together and raced over to the Bywater to catch the Krewe of ‘tit Rex, possibly the best parade during Mardi Gras. The floats are no bigger than a shoe box and they are decorated to the hilt, like Towering Inferno with the flames and dolls jumping out of tall buildings, while the miniature police car fronts the parade, and the floats hand out small throws of teeny sparkling shoes, pecan sized coconuts, and miniature bracelets.
Tin had an epiphany last night, he realized that his life’s calling was to join a marching band and so he led the parade of teeny weeny little floats and throws towards their victory. He marched in step from almost the beginning to the 15 block end at Vaughn’s where he stopped to beat the large drum and cymbal from the band.
If you haven’t seen this parade, mark your calendar for next year because you are missing something special. Meanwhile, why is it that this great neighborhood we live in is left to deal with the obnoxious likes of the Endymion crowd and monster parade that no one can see while the Bywater and Marigny continue to shine with three for three of the best parades during MG – Krewe de Vieux, Krewe of ‘tit Rex, St. Ann’s – this is a situation that defies logic.