Mardi Gras til you drop

And you thought New Orleans had this whole Mardi Gras thing sewed up? Our town has a parade at night, seen here, one today, and one tomorrow at the beach. Next week, it's cajun music, red beans and rice under a tent in the beach parking lot. Before this, there have been dances and formal balls throughout the entire month of January. I mean, any excuse for a party around here, they grab it. I don't blame 'em.

My husband and I took little Lib to the parade downtown today. Just about all of the floats were pirate ships complete with shooting cannons and rock n roll music; and at either end of the boat were large jugs full of margaritas or beer. You gotta love a ship full of middle-aged women dressed in togas who call themselves the Krewe of Aphrodite or something like that. People go nuts for the beads and moon pies they throw. Even the cops and firemen were throwing them. We gathered quite a collection that Lib has been playing with all day. He had a ball riding on his dad's shoulders and digging the crowd. He especially liked the bubble machine and the baton twirlers. Right before it was over, he had had enough noise.

Funny kid. The cannon balls and noise of the crowd do not bother him, but a flushing toilet does.

Speaking of toilets...I am probably the only person I know who can get herself stuck in a port-o-potty. Something happened to the latch and I locked myself in. Talk about panic. Then, in trying to open the latch, I cut my fingers all up. I imagined having to call someone with a blowtorch to carve me out, making the front page of the newspaper, crowd gathered 'round.

I finally got out of that thing by the Grace of God. This phenomenon seems to run in my family - I believe it is caused by something called the "Lucy gene."

Never a dull moment in these parts.

More on the continuing saga of the anti-yeast affair later - one reason why I haven't posted much recently.