050208 - FAT TUESDAY
050208-Mardi Gras
Fat Tuesday – the Rose Bowl Parade DAY of the Carnival holiday – the big show – is finally here.
And like the Rose Bowl Parade- regardless of what the weatherman forecasts, it is a beautifully sunny and warm day.
We get up early 7:30 am to catch the buses to the grandstands and prepare for a long day. It is predicted that the parades- and we don’t know how many – will last 8 hours or more – non-stop along the route.
Even before the official parades – there are groups of people in costumes, some pulling wagons, and some just walking around that are making their own parade. Everyone’s in some kind of costume, and one guy across the street from us is naked except for 2 coconuts on his chest and a grass skirt.
Six foot ladders with special seats for children to sit in on top of, line the parade route so nobody misses anything.
The first marching band approaches with a blaring rendition of God Bless America – and the crowd is on their feet cheering – and right behind is the first float from Zulu with 27 more to follow. The beads and stuff are flying and the crowd goes into bead frenzy – shouting and flailing their arms to attract and catch every trinket they can.
That’s how the whole day went without a let up except to grab a snack and a drink.
The only disappointment was the lack of lovely ladies baring their chests for beads. It seems we were in the wrong section for that activity.
One of our group told me he wandered over to Bourbon St. where the wild activities were, and he said he saw more tits than a dairy farmer.
I guess that area was too rowdy to take our tour group to.
By the end of the day, we were all exchanging names and email addresses, and wishing each other a safe journey to their next port of call.
We slept well that night, arose early, broke camp and headed out.
If it wasn’t for this organized rally –I don’t think Peter and I could have ever been able to enjoy or even survive Mardi Gras week. It was rainy, it was cold and I got sick, but I still wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Peter and I can now say we were at Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
Fat Tuesday – the Rose Bowl Parade DAY of the Carnival holiday – the big show – is finally here.
And like the Rose Bowl Parade- regardless of what the weatherman forecasts, it is a beautifully sunny and warm day.
We get up early 7:30 am to catch the buses to the grandstands and prepare for a long day. It is predicted that the parades- and we don’t know how many – will last 8 hours or more – non-stop along the route.
Even before the official parades – there are groups of people in costumes, some pulling wagons, and some just walking around that are making their own parade. Everyone’s in some kind of costume, and one guy across the street from us is naked except for 2 coconuts on his chest and a grass skirt.
Six foot ladders with special seats for children to sit in on top of, line the parade route so nobody misses anything.
The first marching band approaches with a blaring rendition of God Bless America – and the crowd is on their feet cheering – and right behind is the first float from Zulu with 27 more to follow. The beads and stuff are flying and the crowd goes into bead frenzy – shouting and flailing their arms to attract and catch every trinket they can.
That’s how the whole day went without a let up except to grab a snack and a drink.
The only disappointment was the lack of lovely ladies baring their chests for beads. It seems we were in the wrong section for that activity.
One of our group told me he wandered over to Bourbon St. where the wild activities were, and he said he saw more tits than a dairy farmer.
I guess that area was too rowdy to take our tour group to.
By the end of the day, we were all exchanging names and email addresses, and wishing each other a safe journey to their next port of call.
We slept well that night, arose early, broke camp and headed out.
If it wasn’t for this organized rally –I don’t think Peter and I could have ever been able to enjoy or even survive Mardi Gras week. It was rainy, it was cold and I got sick, but I still wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Peter and I can now say we were at Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
Thank you CREATIVE WORLD RV TOURS.
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