Mississippi, or How Mardi Gras hindered our do-gooding*

Monday, February 15 was Presidents Day. Most of the US takes Monday off. But not the south. Oh, no. The south has something better. They have beads!

I don’t understand Mardi Gras at all. We were a little disappointed that our five days of work turned into four, but the parade was going to make up for it a little. We found a spot, navigating around the the cranky old ladies and the pushy women with 10 year olds and waited. It was approximately an hour before the floats finally arrived on our street. And then, instead of the typical floats on square-bale wagons with little kids dressed up in silly costumes, the floats were mostly boring and people just hucked beads at us.

The most mystifying thing about the whole thing? Everyone around us was going crazy for these beads, running out onto the street to collect them, begging the people on the floats for the really good ones, in general acting as if they were worth something!

It was fun though, and, I’ll admit, we all caught the fever just a little bit. Here’s proof!

We left the parade kind of confused though. What are we supposed to do with all these beads now? What are all the people who were grabbing them like they were diamonds going to do with them? I missed the bands playing rousing marching tunes, the baton twirlers, the clowns on unicycles. There were maybe three bands in the whole parade:

And they spent most of their time like this, with their instruments at their side, the snare drum the only thing going.

Ultimately, it was a mostly fun day, though with float after float, it did get boring. And we wanted to work!

(* I like making up words, ok? Leave me alone. :P)

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2 responses to “Mississippi, or How Mardi Gras hindered our do-gooding*

  1. Bigeis

    What don’t you understand about Mardi Gras?

  2. Pingback: Mississippi, or The post in which I actually talk about the work we did « Portfolio

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