How to handle festivals in New Orleans
Two mornings in a row, either I or Tin have crawled in one another’s bed and had a giggle fest. This is possibly the best age I could ever tell you about with my son. He truly is self possessed and enjoying his world and I’m an intrigued guest there.
Why not just spend four hours straight imagining what makes you laugh and then just belly laughing and going for the laughs whole hog. What goes on? This is the strangest universe I have ever been party to; it’s so ill defined and so irrational and just out and out surreal.
I finally coaxed him out of the laughing hysteria to board the streetcar and head downtown to the French Quarter Fest. He did not want to go. But like I said, I forced him. We boarded the streetcar in front of the museum and rode towards the wonderland they call a New Orleans festival.
Next week is the Fortier Park Fest and then Earth day and then Woman Fest – how does one keep her wits about her in this festival gone wild town?
When all of these external pulls have you wrapped up in festival overdrive, remember there is always remaining in bed, feet in the air, and giggling till it’s brunch time with someone you love.
