Today is Mardi Gras day and I miss home.
I miss the insanity, the days off from school and work, the holding of parade spots, the king cakes, the insanity, the rush and push and more insanity.
Growing up in New Orleans it doesn't occur to you that other cities don't do this every year. That everyone isn't off work, well almost everyone since people still need to eat and shop and get gas etc.
You don't realize that seeing drunk people at 7am on a weekday is a big deal in other places. You don't realize that not everyone knows not to slap the police horse's rear end.
I miss my home.
I miss my friends.
I miss hearing Mardi Gras music everywhere. "Mardi Gras mambo, mambo...."
I miss staying out for days at a time, running around until your feet hurt no matter what kind of shoes you wore, encountering "odd" people, watching tourists because you can spot them a mile away and meeting strangers who later become friends (if you remember them later.)
I have so many memories of Mardi Gras with my family and later my friends. Pretending that we were English or dancing with strangers on bars or seeing the usual suspects in the French Quarter. Avoiding tv cameras, well any cameras for that matter. No one wanted to be caught on tape!
I miss Mardi Gras, but I'm happy that there continues to be a Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
Happy Mardi Gras everyone!
I miss the insanity, the days off from school and work, the holding of parade spots, the king cakes, the insanity, the rush and push and more insanity.
Growing up in New Orleans it doesn't occur to you that other cities don't do this every year. That everyone isn't off work, well almost everyone since people still need to eat and shop and get gas etc.
You don't realize that seeing drunk people at 7am on a weekday is a big deal in other places. You don't realize that not everyone knows not to slap the police horse's rear end.
I miss my home.
I miss my friends.
I miss hearing Mardi Gras music everywhere. "Mardi Gras mambo, mambo...."
I miss staying out for days at a time, running around until your feet hurt no matter what kind of shoes you wore, encountering "odd" people, watching tourists because you can spot them a mile away and meeting strangers who later become friends (if you remember them later.)
I have so many memories of Mardi Gras with my family and later my friends. Pretending that we were English or dancing with strangers on bars or seeing the usual suspects in the French Quarter. Avoiding tv cameras, well any cameras for that matter. No one wanted to be caught on tape!
I miss Mardi Gras, but I'm happy that there continues to be a Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
Happy Mardi Gras everyone!
3 comments:
Happy Mardi Gras, Brie!
This morning I twisted some Pillsbury cinnamon buns into a King Cake and took it to work. People didn't react well when I told them it had a baby inside. I forget how cannibalistic that can sound.
I'm missing home too.
I never thought having a plastic baby in a cake was weired - until I moved to New Mexico.
Ever since I was a little girl I have wanted to go to Mardi Gras. I haven't been lucky enough to attend it yet. It is on the dream list. It would be a feast for my camera!...and oh the music! I bet you have some great stories to share:)
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