If you know me at all, you know that I grew up in South Louisiana and New Orleans. That makes me a die-hard Saints fan and a die-hard Mardi Gras fan. But it's been a dozen years since I've spent Carnival in Louisiana. Let's have a little Q & A with myself today as I toil away at my desk this Tuesday afternoon, in the hinterlands of The Rest of America Not Celebrating Mardi Gras. And I'm thinking about when I will be able to go back.
What are your favorite memories of Mardi Gras?
Gosh, I have so many favorite memories and traditions!
Mardi Gras is a truly special family event, despite the scenes of partying you may have seen sprawled across the press your entire life. My earliest Mardi Gras memories are being with my father's side of the family in Houma, where he was a member of the local Krewe of Houmas. There was definitely a spirit of creative and homemade costuming at my grandparents' house.
Along any parade route, you'll see nuclear and extended families gathered together hours in advance, anxiously awaiting the moment the floats will start rolling.
When I was in high school, we lived on Napoleon Avenue in New Orleans, and certain parades, including Rex, lined up right in front of our house. It was always good to have a few six-packs on hand if you wanted to get some throws from the riders before the parade actually started!
Later, when I was a young adult, I lived two blocks from the main parade route of St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans. Every time there was a parade, friends would come over to meet at my house for pre-parade nosh or drinks, and when we heard the sirens we knew it was time to walk out. On Mardi Gras itself, there may have been an early morning breakfast potluck with mimosas involved.
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