The sun is out and I love a parade
Well I love most parades but Endymion, which is weird, it’s the mondo, super duper, huge mega parade right here in my neighborhood and it is one of the ones I am least interested in. As a matter of fact, we’re headed uptown to see Toth tomorrow, which is a total neighborhood parade and always fun. But Endymion as I have said before invites the sort of people I don’t want to be hanging out with – they are territorial, armed with tarps and ladders, and basically unfriendly to our hood. Anyway, despite that, we all three went and marched with the Morris Jeff school handing out brochures to anyone with young kids to spread awareness. Tin and I dressed like dragons, sort of, and he got his face painted with purple, green and gold polka dots.
But here is a typical New Orleans moment – on our way to meet up with the Morris Jeff crew, we stopped at a friend’s house by the park – they had said stop by – we walked into the backyard and there were a bunch of people standing there with white balloons and white ribbons and we stood there on the deck while they looked at us and we looked at them and then we realized we were at a wedding! And the bride was about to come through the door that we were standing in front of. It was a little surreal. The couple had gotten engaged on the neutral ground at Endymion last year, got pregnant, had a baby, and were now getting married. Mazel tov!
