Did you know that Carnival means "farewell to flesh/meat" (think of the Spanish word carne)? Yep, we're partying here to prepare for our Lenten fasting, which begins tomorrow (Ash Wednesday). Watching Protestants celebrate Mardi Gras and then not actually do anything for Lent always kinda bugs me.
When we took our New Orleans trip a few weeks back, we got to witness the first Mardi Gras parade of the season, the Krewe du Vieux. (A krewe is just an organization that puts on a parade or a ball during the season. Each parade float was made by a different krewe.) All the locals (mostly our super-awesome hotel staff) told us this parade was "family friendly" and "satirical." We were actually kind of underwhelmed by it (not drunk enough?), and also had to question the New Orleans definition of "family friendly." This has got to be one of the most European cities in the U.S. based on this alone. I (accidentally-on-purpose) punched a styrofoam sperm before witnessing this nightmare:
|Scarred for life.|
|Pensacola Grand: people on floats, beads a-flying|
Let's compare the "parade throw haul" from each parade, shall we?
|From Krewe du Vieux. I threw most of this out except the dreidel and the headband.|
|From Pensacola Grand Parade. T-shirt, moon pies, Hershey bars, and silly bands, oh my!|
Here's a dumb video of me receiving a plastic lobster by the skin of my teeth at the New Orleans parade, as recorded by my "boyfriend" (LOL):
Well, as they say around these parts, "Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Until tomorrow, that is, because then my bum will be here:
|This really is my Pensacola parish. Gorgeous, but even more so in person when you see the stained glass.|