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if you plan on attending any parades during the last week before Fat Tuesday (Just in case translation: Mardi = Tuesday, Gras = Large/Fat). As for the parades ON Fat Tuesday, well, bring some riot gear. |
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This is a few minutes after the last float. There is no one direction that people flow in. Some have cars they return to, others are in hotels seeded throughout downtown, and some just hang out ata club and continue to drink until the sun comes up. |
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Pete has been chosen as the designated driver of our stash, and there's our good friend Brian making sure no one tries to yank one from the alcoholic load we still posessed. On the other hand, I am picking up the rear of our tribe so that I can properly document this cultural event (and yes, it's different year after year depending on the company you keep). As they make the transition from sidewalk to road, I begin to think about see-saws and pivot points. The "Don't Walk" symbol comes up and cars are approaching. . . Pete hurries and. . . |
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burgers I bought during the parade, all goes into the road! While our jay-walking gang is scurrying across the walkway, Those witnessing our misfortune lunge into the middle of traffic neverminding that they are in the midst of a green light. They're like rats! |
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We were laughing and breathing heavily, standing in awe of those willing to sacrifice thier lives for a beer. "I was able to recover the Seagrams and the burgers", Pete says. "No surprise that the only thing left in the road are Sprite cans and ice." I reply. |
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fruits of our labor. Eh well, we got many smiles out of the situation. I guess that's one way to meet women. . .spill a cooler-full of beer in a high traffic area. :) |
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Jackson Square parking lot, we look back upon the last 12 hours and even though we did not acquire many beads, we still had a helluva good time watching floats, observing the acts of drunken individuals (including ourselves), and in the wee-hours of the morning, there is still no end to jokes we're telling. We leave the JAX parking lot and cross the Mississippi river to the West Bank where Pete's father resides. Tonight we crash, but tomorrow, we add three new members to our group and then take on the parades of Sunday! |
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