20 years later
We started off good – go to the gym THEN go to the parade, but half a muffin and Milan, Party, Columns, Markey’s later you wonder what is wrong with you that you would think you are 20 years younger and can go on like that. The parade was fast, rather five of them went by like one parade – rolling by so quickly we were all surprised when it was over just as we were ramping up. And at one point sitting at Markeys, later on, L said where is that N anyway and I said he has a new job as a weatherman – he predicted no rain and he was right on the money.
On St. Charles we watched the big floats and the makeshift signs they had put on them, and all remarked how great it is to have Mardi Gras and have people on floats throwing you beads and cups and little stuffed elephants and all sorts of stuff that you would never want under any other circumstances but for some reason they are treasures while the parade is rolling. My neck weighted down to the point that I looked like a seagull with a slump. The treasured catch was the Hubig cup – a big one – that was filled at the Columns much to early in the day. And I did the Electric Slide with an entire family on the neutral ground afterwards. My other fav was the multicolored stuffed elephant to add to my herd.
We had a good time and caught a lot of beads in a short period of time and made our way home somehow – L driving Blue – only to turn around and step out again – thankfully a little more low key this time around and food had to be and was a priority. Finally my blood sugar reached some sort of equilibrium.
But my favorite song of the day:
“I want to thank you for letting me be Les White again.”
My least favorite memory of the day:
M told me this morning she broke up with her boyfriend on Valentine’s Day – she sent him a text message and said “we are done” – hmfvd.