So you have heard of this thing called Mardi Gras, huh? The wild parties, the drunken tourists, and the parades. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that is not Mardi Gras, that is Bourbon Street in the french quarter any night of the week year round. Ok, well sometimes this is mardi gras, but most parades throughout Louisiana are actually quite different.
This is Mardi Gras:
Real Parades start with old men, you didn’t know that?
It all begins with a couple of old guys walking down the streets with flags. Proudly following the cops on horses and hopefully not stepping in horse crap. If you are lucky they will blow you a kiss.
What could be better than a group of kilted musicians?
Then, the parade gets really wild. Bagpipes baby. It’s getting hot in here, so lets all wear awesome kilts.
Ghostbusters! That’s who. Yes, our parades have the actually ghostbusters.
Yes, we have a group of men that go around town pretended they are the actual ghostbusters. This is something that is really happening. How do I become friends with them?
hello float full of brides..
What could be more southern than parading a group of women who need to be married on a float? You are too old to find a man on your own, well then we will parade you through town and see if we get any takers.
Wait for it, a second group of kilted bagpipers!
Oh yeah, it is about to get wild, a second group of bagpipers. Who knew there were so many families that bagpiped together? The family that wears skirts together stays together, right?
Even spider man comes to our parades.
Throw me somethin’ Mister! No, not white goo that shoots out of your hand, this is a family parade. Throw me some beads and a plastic cup. God knows I need another mardi gras cup. What else would I drink my sweet tea out of? What you thought I was going to say whiskey didn’t you? Tisk Tisk, I save the whiskey for family holidays and I keep it in a flask, naturally.
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