The rest of the world can’t know what is means to live in New Orleans especially during Carnival. Last night was Krewe du Vieux followed by Krewe Delusion – it’s the beginning of Mardi Gras for real.
Other parents were telling me they don’t bring their kids to this parade past a certain age because of the raunchy satire invoked but as I told Tin later, you missed all the giant pishas (his Croatian word for penis – spelled pica). Tin had hooked up with his friend and wanted to watch Ice Age on his friend’s iPad with her instead of going outside to the parade. I took the liberty of letting him stay with her, not knowing they would be in front of an iPad, so I was a bit disgruntled that all of these creative spirits had poured themselves into these parades while my son was inside watching a tiny screen. Tsk tsk.
Live and learn – next time, there is no other option but the parade.
