Mardi Gras in The Big Shreasy?
It was odd to me too.
Mardi Gras in Shreveport! Mardi Gras in Shreveport? It just didn't sound right. My idea of a Shreveport Mardi Gras was more in the frame of a Friday Night Smackdown with more beer and some wrestler bobbleheads.
I have to admit: I was wrong. We attended the Highland Parade. In short, for the moment, this parade restored my faith in this town and its potential. While I mostly thought of my newly adopted as a test market for the next super-fried Awesome Blossum and/or a place to launch the newest super cancerous, but super-tasty cigarette, this attending group showed more promise.
I had given the kids two paper bags and alerted them to the fact that there might not be a whole hell of a lot of bead tossing. After all, I thought, this is Shreveport. Little did I know, Shreveport has more than embraced its South Louisiana cousin's tradition. Might T and Daisy were inundated with trinkets. This included, but isn't exclusive to: beads (I'm sure they were crafted by the most skilled, and least paid Asian workers), doubloons, footballs, cups, baseballs, Moon Pies, assorted candies, lip gloss, teddy bears, basketballs, t-shirts and more. Needless to say, I had to find a bigger bag for both of them.
In the end, the kids had a blast and now think they can contribute to their college fund by putting their beads on Ebay. I haven't discouraged them and will expect all of you to bid on them.