quote:Although carnival season officially started over a month ago, it never feels like mardi gras to me until I hear the first marching band and catch the first throw. Fortunately, that time came last night, when Krewe Du Vieux rolled. Their traditionally risquÃ© floats navigated the narrow, beer sodden streets of the quarter to huge crowds, who were unafraid to bare temperatures in the 30's and wind chills in the 20's.
It is a good time for this blog, as for the next few weeks we will have something else to talk about besides the grim realities of life in our city. But it is worth pointing out, especially for those who have never experienced mardi gras before, that it is not a distraction for us. We don't do this as a circus to bring in tourist money. We do it for ourselves. We do it for a release. As the floats of Krewe du Vieux readily demonstrated, we're not ignoring our problems or trying to bring attention to them; we're laughing about them. That's what makes New Orleans so great. It's a place where death is celebrated, and it's a place where our own tragic flaws are celebrated with great gusto. Where else would people spend months working on floats like "lassiez les trailers roulez" and "home is where the tarp is?"
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