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Monday, February 11, 2002
Ugh! I'm still a bit hung over. The second, and last, New Iberia parade was yesterday. We decided to make an event of it, so we invited tons of people over, mostly Janice's family. Her parents, brothers, sisters, their spouses, their children and children's boyfriends, cousins and their husbands, and more. And they all managed to fit in our kitchen. Having a large house is no advantage when entertaining, since everyone wants to congregate in the kitchen. I told Janice we could have bought a 400 square foot house and still throw parties, as long as the whole house was a kitchen.
It was another short parade. Seemed to be over in no time at all, but we weren't exactly on the route. The bands and dancers fed in a block down from us, so all that passed our house was the floats. Our group made out well in catching throws. We had the two targets that Mardi Gras krewes like most: little kids and pretty teenage girls. They made out like bandits. I was hoping there would be big heads this year. You know, those big-head costumes you see in the movies whenever they show Mardi Gras scenes. Those seemed to only exist in the movies, but last year we actually had some in the New Iberia parade. I was hoping to photograph them this year and post the pictures, but alas, everyone had normal size heads this year. After the parade, everybody stuck around for more food and drink, and finally the crowd filtered down to me and Janice and her brother's family, plus Bryan, who lives in our garage apartment. Somehow, the conversation came around to a suggestion that we all go sit on the roof. We call this "playing Third Rock", like on the TV show. If you look at my old-house pages, you'll see that we're uniquely set up for this. We go upstairs, climb out of a window, and we're on the roof of the front porch. We kicked back on the roof for a while, drinking the last of the wine and shooting the breeze. I don't think I realized how drunk we were. We had no business going out on the roof. After we went to bed, Janice was seized with a sudden sickness and dashed to the bathroom. When I left her this morning, she wasn't much better. Well, that's what Mardi Gras is for, a few weeks of debauchery followed by a 40-day recovery. I'll post pictures when I get home, if they came out well. Archives11/01/2001 - 12/01/2001 12/01/2001 - 01/01/2002 01/01/2002 - 02/01/2002 02/01/2002 - 03/01/2002 03/01/2002 - 04/01/2002 09/01/2002 - 10/01/2002 05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004 06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004 07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004 08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004 09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004 10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004 11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004 12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005 01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005 02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005 03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005 05/01/2005 - 06/01/2005 06/01/2005 - 07/01/2005 07/01/2005 - 08/01/2005 08/01/2005 - 09/01/2005 10/01/2005 - 11/01/2005 12/01/2005 - 01/01/2006 02/01/2006 - 03/01/2006 10/01/2007 - 11/01/2007 01/01/2008 - 02/01/2008 |