Carnival 2014
The Krewe of Endymion is going to roll spitting distance from my front door the weekend before Fat Tuesday and I couldn’t be happier – it’s one of the super parades that march right before Mardi Gras day. It’s also the Krewe my brother decided to join even though they used to not let in Blacks or Jews.
This afternoon, I ran into my neighbors as we purchased our Mardi Gras decorations. We both fondled the $65 masks and ogled the giant flags then turned down the aisle where the cheaper decorations lurked. I chose the jester with the bindi, of course. Money or no money, it is Carnival time and already I am grooving most afternoons with Warren Easton’s marching band practicing across the street.
Oh, I love a parade.
Drum roll please…
I got the Mardi Gras costume box down, one of two large ones, and dusted off my masks and my tutu and the purple, green and gold panty hose.
Laissez les bons temps rouler! And Roll And Roll And Roll. I called a friend in California and said let’s catch up now because it was the holidays but now it’s the lull before Carnival and then there’s Jazz Fest and you know how it is, time just seems to fly, when you’re …
