I and like three or four of my neighbors stood and smiled sympathetically as the Krewe of Ancient Druids rolled what was left of their parade minus most of their bands and flambeaux down a rain drenched St Charles Avenue this evening. This was a subdued event to say the least. When I was ten years old I would have killed for the opportunity to stand in such a sparse crowd at a parade and have easy access to all the choice throws. Indeed tonight I caught a spear. Somehow it feels like an empty victory.
Tomorrow: Morpheus, which did not brave the rain tonight, will follow the Krewe of Saturn and the much anticipated Krewe of Muses making for a busy evening. Note to self: Need more beer.
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