Because it’s Carnival time
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.
