Sunday was definitely an interesting day. Football (which we shall not discuss, thank you very much), brunch with friends, the Blues Festival down the street.
And then, there was this:
As I was heading home after brunch, I saw blue lights at the intersection ahead, and before I could turn around to detour around it, here came a parade! Floats, princesses, brass bands and all. At first I was hoping that it was just an ordinary Sunday afternoon Second Line (because they usually don't take too long to pass), but, noooo.
Yesterday's paper had a few pics and reported that I had experienced the Original Prince of Wales Social Aid and Pleasure Club celebrating 82 years of history, rolling up Magazine and turning onto Louisiana. And it took the route that I had planned to take home to avoid the blues festival-blocked Napoleon.
Some days, you can't swing a cat in this city without hitting a parade.
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At least your town has some spirit. About the only parade we get here in Corvallis is at night a couple days before Christmas and it's almost always too cold and/or too rainy to go to.
ReplyDeleteNo other city like NOLA anywhere... what a hoot!
ReplyDeleteYeah, you're right, Moogie. But, at least you get the fun of swinging a cat.
ReplyDeleteInno, don't y'all have a decent gay pride parade in Corvallis?
Dang. It's been AGES since I've swung a cat! I'll have to sneak up on the dumpsters here at Beautiful La Hacienda Trailer Park and snag me one!
ReplyDeleteInno, don't y'all have a decent gay pride parade in Corvallis?
Heh. That's gonna leave a mark.
Cat swinging is great sport!
ReplyDeleteIf y'all can't play nice with Inno I'm gonna have to separate you.
Always the Mom! I can just hear her now..."Don't y'all make me come back there!!!"
ReplyDeleteThat "mom line" is next up in the queue!
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