Enough pussyfooting around with all the knobs and dials on the river. Time to call close enough good enough and let it all rip. I mean we have to do something, right? What is the worst that could happen?
Scientists don't yet know what precise weather conditions could
overwhelm the Old River complex, but anything stronger than the 2011
event would present a "real risk," and the risk will continue to
increase as more sediment is deposited in the channel, Xu said.
“These
changes diminish the river’s capacity to carry water on its current
course. When sections of the river’s floor rise to a sufficient point, a
sudden increase in flow — perhaps from a flood — could drive the
Mississippi River to overwhelm the control structure and adopt a new
path, potentially causing the Mississippi to be captured by the
Atchafalaya,” his research summary states.
NEW
ORLEANS, La. (WVUE) - As hurricane season approaches, one expert said
he worries what kind of impact high water in the Mississippi River will
have in an active hurricane.
Though
river levels will likely be lower during the peak of the season, Alex
Kolker -- a coastal sciences professor at Tulane and LSU’s Marine
Consortium -- said storms still pose a threat.
High river levels this year have forced an unprecedented opening of the Bonne Carre Spillway and, likely, the Morganza.
“This
river is managed for river floods and it’s managed relatively well. The
one thing it’s not managed for is if you were to have a hurricane and a
river flood at the same time,” Kolker said. “A high river like we have
now, in late August, that would be a bigger concern.”
Yeah but that's not very likely to be something we are gonna have to worry about in June, right? Right?
Ugh! Look, fine. Everyone, let's all do our civic duty to be as pro-actively freaked out as possible because that is supposed to help for some reason. But can we also maybe try and live our lives in the meantime? LaToya says we are too busy in the summer hunkering down and whatnot to have a parade but I would like to see the evidence for this.
The Mystic Krewe of Nyx has responded to New Orleans Mayor LaToya Cantrell's decision to nix plans to host a summer parade.
On Monday, Cantrell rejected the proposed July parade citing "public safety resources in the middle of hurricane season."
Nyx
leadership announced plans for the parade in May. The 8-year-old,
all-female krewe wanted to become the first major krewe in Carnival
history to have two parades in a single year. They would have rolled on
July 27.
That's not a good reason to deny the permit. A better reason to deny it would be because, even though there are plenty of parades that happen outside of Carnival season all year long, including several during the summer months, this particular organization is captained by a con artist who is constantly looking for ways to leverage her position into one ponzi scheme after another. The summer parade was probably one of those.
As of this writing, the Freret "summer strut" is apparently still on. My guess is that is because a second line style event is subtle enough to get a pass while Nyx had a big attention-getting downtown parade with Kern floats and stuff planned. A lot of Julie Lea's problems tend to issue from her never having learned to sophisticate up the corruption.
Anyway, just saying we don't have enough cops during the summer is nonsense. The State Troopers in the Quarter are so bored, in fact, they are shooting people for minor traffic violations. And, really, what would it hurt to pull a few NOPD off of curfew enforcement duty for a day? According to almost every expert rounded up in this story, the curfew does more harm than good anyway. They tried telling that to the Cantrell people but were defeated by logic.
A 2016 article in The Guardian
also raised the problem of curfew laws increasing police interaction
with youth that isn’t always positive. "It was really kind of scary to
have them treat you like a hardened criminal,” a 19-year-old who was
stopped for a curfew violation told the newspaper:
New
Orleans officials said they are aware of the research questioning the
effectiveness of curfew laws, but Stevens said officials concluded the
enforcement is in the best interest of public safety.
“Right
now, it’s important that we do something, and we have to do something
with a sense of saving our young people to the streets,” Stevens said.
“One way is to start to let them know laws are in place. You need to
abide by the law that’s in place.”
"We have to do something"
"Ok but that thing you are doing is ineffective and probably harmful."
"But we have to do something."
QED
If the Corps of Engineers had that attitude, we'd have opened Morganza weeks ago.
How to be a good host and still party down at the parade?
To help less experienced parade party hosts master the day, we asked Scineaux, Tim Acosta of Rouses Supermarkets, who is known in his food-centric family for hosting big backyard parties, and longtime caterer Linda Kleinschmidt-Schmidt for tips.
Ok it's mostly common sense. But the point about big batch dishes is good common sense to observe. At some point, over the course of the parade season, I usually end up making a big jambalaya. Menckles has a great chilli recipe that works particularly well when it's cold out. (It hasn't been this year. Last weekend, she made spaghetti instead.) For Mardi Gras Day I always make two pounds of red beans. Last night, we made what we hope will be the final big grocery run of Carnival. After Thursday, neither of us is all too keen to move our cars.
Chrissy Teigen,
the supermodel and author of the cookbook "Cravings" (Clarkson Potter),
had a question Sunday (Feb. 19) for New Orleans: who makes the best gumbo.
Teigen is actually one of the better celebrity follows on social media. Even if you don't care about the Hollywood and lifestyle stuff, she's witty and outspoken on a number of topics. It's why she can ask about gumbo and cause that to become one of those "Today on Twitter" items on NOLA.com. I even participated by way of having some of my photos retweeted at her by somebody. This truck looks like the sort of place to find pretty good gumbo. I didn't try any, though.
If you weren't in the mood for that stuff, there were plenty of other options along the route on Sunday. Here's a taco truck parked out in front of Rite Aid.
Brother's seems to have taken over Williams Supermarket. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Seems like we've lost a local-oriented business in favor of a more visitor friendly grab-n-go.
On the other hand, 24/7 seems nice. Remind me to check on that later to see if it's real.
Then you've got the regular collection of traveling carnie vendors selling fried goo of various sorts.
The "brick-and-motar" places along the Avenue are selling street food as well. One of the newest is the super-fancy Lula distillery and restaurant. They were making fancy drinks and selling cheap beer at fancy prices.
But Mardi Gras really isn't a time for fancy drinks or prices. It's more about the joys of tacky and cheap. On Saturday night, for example, this guy would sell you an orange daiquiri. If you wanted an orange daiquiri.
The Krewe of Pontchartrain even ran a food-based theme, as well they should given that their mascot is a catfish.
The first weekend parades are almost always lighthearted stuff. Pontchartrain's parade this year, for instance, was all about different things you can have on your po-boy. One of their tropes is they like to tease the crowd with extremely easy fill-in-the-blank float titles. So there were floats called "_oa__ _e_f" and "M_at__l" for (Roast Beef and Meatball) and, of course, "__ri_p"
The NBA All-Star Game appears to have gone off fine for the celebrities and high rollers for whom the entirety of downtown was pretty much walled off throughout the weekend. It turned out well for Pelicans fans too. First they got to see their hometown star pull down an MVP trophy with a 52 point performance. Nevermind that it was totally rigged.
In a game typified by selfish play, it was clear West teammates were
giving Davis additional opportunities that may not come when the game is
outside of New Orleans. Whether it was Kevin Durant, Russell Westbrook,
Marc Gasol or DeMarcus Cousins, Davis was given chances to finish
possessions, just as West coach Steve Kerr predicted Saturday.
“It was amazing,” Davis said. “That's what I wanted
to do. I stressed that, I think more than enough, to the guys in the
locker room before the game that I wanted to get the MVP for this crowd,
for this city, and I ended up doing it. Them guys did a great job of
just finding me, giving me the basketball. They wanted me to score 50.
Every time, Kawhi (Leonard) was like, 'Six more points.' Or James
(Harden) was like, 'I'm going to pass you the ball.'
Next, they apparently stole DeMarcus Cousins from the Kings. At least that's the way they seem to feel about it in Sacramento. Maybe it was totally rigged. Or maybe the Kings are stupid.
Buddy Hield, Tyreke Evans, Langston Galloway, a top-three protected 2017 first-round pick, and a 2017 second round pick. That’s it.
That’s all the Sacramento Kings got for a center who is still young and
good enough to be a foundational NBA player. Exactly what sorts of
shocked, horrified noises should you be making in response to that
trade? Here’s some guidance: According to ESPN’s Ramona Shelburne, the
Pelicans had offered the same package minus Hield to the 76ers in exchange for Jahlil Okafor—who really sucks!—and didn’t get it done. Please, try to keep it down.
Whatever it is, you won't hear many complaints in New Orleans. All told, the All Star Weekend nobody really wanted could have gone a heck of a lot worse.
On Sunday morning, the Mystic Krewe of Femme Fatale celebrated the All Star Game with a float full of players' wives introducing their theme, "Femme Fatale Hosts Game Day." Turns out "Game Day" meant floats representing various board games like this Candyland number for example.
Still, it made for a nice kid-friendly day parade. You have to get up early to see it, but Femme Fatale puts on the best all around show of the first weekend Uptown. In just three years they've really blown up.
It doesn't hurt, also that they've managed to book some of the best marching bands. This year they were led by Southern University. They always bring the thunder and the lighting.
Music:
I had the bike Sunday morning which allowed me to get up and down the route and hear Southern play a few times. It's kind of dumb that I only stopped to record a few seconds of their cadence but I'm sure I'll see them again this year. I did happen to film the US Marine Corps band leading Alla later in the day. There are marching bands that are more exciting but the Marines produce a sound that is unique among them.
By comparison, Brother Martin High School here could use a little polish.
That's also Sunday afternoon, by the way, when Krewe of Carrollton once again unloaded all of the Catholic School bands... or maybe they left Brother Martin for King Arthur. Shit, I don't even remember now. Carrollton's parade was about music, in any case.
So.. you guessed it.. the floats were (mostly) songs you would find on jukeboxes. Like this KISS song.
Or these country "hits."
Some of the floats didn't make any sense, though. There was one about shrimp boots or something that didn't seem to have any connection to anything. Having the Elvi roll in front of a "Jailhouse Rock" float was pretty cute, though.
Seen a lot of the Elvi already this year. They were in Cleopatra too. Anyway, it was a perfectly fine Carrollton parade. Maybe felt like they were going through the motions a bit. I'm not really complaining, though. That's not what this section is about. The next section, however...
Complaints:
Actually, let's start with other people's complaints. In Uptown Messenger this week we find Owen Courreges writing the obligatory parade etiquette column so that we don't have to. I guess, he says it well enough. He comes off as more of a scold than he probably wants to. There are the standard reminders in there about the laws governing ladders and the blocking of intersections. Here is the point he makes about space saving.
POINTER #3: You can’t save a spot.
This is, perhaps, the most difficult rule for many people to
remember. So many people visiting New Orleans suffer from the
regrettable misconception that they can stake out a location in advance
of a Mardi Gras parade, and then exclude any unauthorized persons from
said location.
However, the places where people view parades are streets and
sidewalks, i.e., public rights-of-way. You can’t claim “dibs” over them.
Everybody has equal access. You can only claim a space with your
physical presence.
Things would go more smoothly if everyone understood this from the get-go. A lot of first-timers and/or people who only come into New Orleans for Endymion or for Thoth Sunday have a bit of a learning curve to deal with. I think if the city continues to take action like it did this week on the Orleans Avenue neutral ground, behaviors might start to change over time. The good news, though, is that they can also change within the space of an evening.
The secret to dealing with an over-Chad-ed parade route is patience. As tight as things may feel at the beginning of a parade, they almost always loosen up as the day or night goes on. People get more familiar and less paranoid. Everyone stops worrying so much about their territory and focuses instead on watching the parade or talking to people or, well, just doing what they wanna.
Nine times out of ten, you'll probably end up at the front for at least a float or two. Really, what you'll find is that you don't necessarily need to be in any one spot in particular anyway. It would be nice if people would recognize this straight away. And, like I said, the city is right to step up enforcement with an eye toward accomplishing this. But, usually, the Chads don't have anywhere near the power to ruin your good time that you may think they do. There are always exceptions to that rule but just keep it in mind.
On Saturday, the tents and ladders on the neutral ground only blocked a few people's view of the hapless Krewe of Freret. Below is a photo of their permanent royal fixture, Councilman Jason Williams dressed up, for some reason, like a stormtrooper.
This is Freret's fourth year. Unlike Femme Fatale, though, they've never made the leap out of beginner status. Their theme was, basically, "Hello this is our fourth year." All of the floats were loosely titled with some sort of pun using the number four. The floats were also mostly the Krewe of Boo floats so, in a lot of cases, the theming made no sense. Here is a float called "May the Fourth be with you." Ok. But why is it Dracula? No idea.
Freret, as usual, also just seemed pretty raggedy in general. Noticeable empty spots where riders could be. That sort of thing. On the other hand, they do seem to enjoy themselves. I'm not sure about this but I think the "Lucha Krewe" appears in other parades although I also think they are a Freret creation.
So that's pretty fun. Maybe this whole parade should just be a marching club or something.
Speaking of marching clubs, here is something else that came up this week. The T-P is running a column by someone calling herself, "The Mardi Gras Czar." Okay, fine. I guess. Can the Czar be cited for overuse of third person voice, though? And the gimmicky language in general? She's also a contrarian with hot takes to offer. Consider this, for example.
Truth is, Mardi Gras Czar loves the mostly-female marching groups' spirit, costumes, boots and skill at applying fake eyelashes.
But what Mardi Gras Czar doesn't love is that the ratio of women's
marching groups to live bands seems to have mushroomed in recent years.
New Rule:
For every marching group that parades to recorded music, there should
be at least three live bands, high school or otherwise. While City
Carnival Ordinance Section 34-14 mandates that "each parade shall have
at least seven, but no more than 30 (30!) marching bands," there is no
language pertaining to marching groups.
For example:
The Krewe of Nyx was a highlight last year. Great throws. However,
there were so many women's marching groups in Nyx that I wondered if the
krewe simply forgot to book more than a few marching bands.
The thing is, despite the shticky presentation with the "New Rule" and such, she's kind of got a point. I don't know if the problem is exactly recorded vs live music. But there are situations where the marching clubs are starting to feel a little bit redundant. There have always been dance troops in parades. In recent decades, a new generation of them inspired by the Pussyfooters (seen here in Femme Fatale Sunday) brought a refreshing DIY artistry to the game.
Groups like this added a new dimension to the parades. They're an element that really set Muses apart during its early years, for example. Nowadays they're everywhere. And that's not itself a bad thing. Check out the Dames de Perlage and their homemade costumes, for example.
Or the fabulous Roux La La doing a Brazilian theme this year.
We seem to have reached a point, though, where these acts, including even the World Famous 610 Stompers, aren't the surprise element they once were. So when they are deployed by a parade that uses them, as The Mardi Gras Czar implies, in lieu of marching bands, then that can get a little boring. Freret felt like this on Saturday.
So did King Arthur a little bit on Sunday. Although, I will give that parade a lot of credit for owning its own limitations, throwing generously, and having a sense of humor.. or at least.. for putting Monty Python quotes on all of the float titles.
Their rented floats didn't fit a specific theme on their own without a little narrative help from the tittle cards. That was fine, though. It's cheap but it works. See, the Knights of the Round Table dance whenever they're able... they dance to ABBA.
#LastKnightInSweden?
Finally, in complaints, there are probably too many parades the first Sunday. This is yet another consequence of the over-crowded Uptown schedule. This is, I think, Alla's third year since moving over from the West Bank. According to the schedule, they begin at 2:00 PM. In practice, they are a night parade.
That might be OK if they were worth waiting for. But there isn't much to distinguish Alla from the three parades that preceded it. There's this big "Alla-gator" float.
Also, Alla emphasizes military and law enforcement every year so you get to see the coast guard and some friends of Jefferson Parish Sheriff Newell Normand.
At the end of a long day and weekend, it can feel like a let down.
Police:
In addition to the Coasties and the JPs, in the parades, there is also the heavy presence of municipal enforcement all along the route. Here is NOPD's observation tower.
I wonder what happens when they have to pee.
Of course NOPD aren't the only agents of the law you might encounter. The real business is being conducted by parking enforcement.
Also, here again is our friend with the daiquiri cart. I didn't have the chance to investigate further but this appears to be a permit inspection. Or maybe there is some sort of code against selling orange daiquiris that are actually red.
Politics:
This is probably an item for later in the week. But as krewe politics becomes more relevant this week, here is a brief guide we produced last year for you to keep in mind.
Yes, it's a joke. And, yes, some of those groups share riders and it's not... look, don't @ me over this.
Instead, here is something to read. It's an ANTIGRAVITY article by Robin McDowell about the 1946 flambeau carrier strike. There are echoes of this in the current plight of so-called "culture bearers" who struggle to make ends meet entertaining the tourists and upper classes of our increasingly stratified and unaffordable city.
So few people who live and work in New Orleans actually ride atop
floats. Those who work ungodly hours day and night in restaurant
kitchens preparing New Orleans’ famous cuisine can’t actually afford the
food they cook (let alone a market rate apartment). The holders of
exclusive tickets bestowed for glamorous balls dance away their
one-night affairs, upholding the mutually engendering exchange of
appalling sums of money and social capital. The hours of work of
artists, security guards, sanitation workers, cooks, servers, and
delivery drivers are also part of this exchange.
Working at a Mardi Gras parade isn’t community service. It’s not
“patriotic,” as the post-World War II ads would have people believe.
It’s not something you do out of the goodness of your own heart to
improve the living conditions of vulnerable communities. Being paid for
your physical labor in smiles is an embarrassing and exploitive idea.
Most of the tasks that don’t include sitting on a float with plumbing,
heat, cold booze and snacks are bonafide wage labor.
Let’s look backward down Canal Street to 1946, and give a nod to a
tiny minority of courageous souls who realized a strategic advantage and
seized it. A humble few can wield some serious power—enough to shut
down one of the greatest shows on earth.
Advice:
Travel pieces about New Orleans this time of year can get pretty insufferable. But this National Geogrpahic listicle wasn't so bad. Maybe the restaurant recommendations are a little high end. Anyway, here is my "insider's tip" for this year. Skip Chewbacchus on Saturday night and go see the Uptown parades. It's becoming a bit of scene at Chewbacchus anyway. And the reviews, as of late, are less than.. um.. stellar.
They need to change the name Chewbacchus to Intergalactic Krewe of people walking looking bored.
Meanwhile, the popularity of the Bywater spectacle thins out the crowd on St. Charles where there are plenty of lightsabers anyway.
What you'll see there is Sparta, always a good looking classic style parade with flambeaux (pictured above.) The Sparta theme was based on different editions of Cirque du Soleil (and some puns.) My pictures of their floats didn't come out so great. Here is this year's King.
Following Sparta is a very ambitious Krewe of Pygmalion. Every year, Pygmalion tries a little bit harder to earn its Saturday night headlining slot. Here are their signature Jester and Pygmammoth floats.
Elaborate float design, fancy lighting, and a general bigly-ness gives this the feel of one of the later parades but on the first weekend and playing to a more manageable crowd. Pygmalion. Consider it.
Controversies:
Today is Wednesday and that means the "self-proclaimed Super-Krewe" of Nyx is back tonight for its sixth ride. According to the Arthur Hardy guide, they're already the second largest krewe in terms of membership.
But its explosive growth has also come with some growing pains. If you like one great big float after another, you will have enjoyed the last few years of Nyx. Sometimes it feels uneven, though. Almost like a truck parade. But, boy are they ever desperate to be recognized.
The ladies of the Krewe of Nyx have cemented their place in Carnival
history with the unveiling of a krewe crest plaque at the Mardi Gras
Fountain.
The Nyx plaque is the first to be added to the
Lakefront landmark since 2001. Nyx members dedicated their plaque Monday
night, in advance of their Wednesday parade.
“The Krewe of Nyx is
honored to be represented here at the iconic Mardi Gras Fountain, a New
Orleans tradition. We are honored and humbled to be among the storied
and historic krewes that comprise Mardi Gras today and in the past.”
said Julie Lea, captain of the Krewe of Nyx.
At least in the news, it does. For the nearly 3,000 krewe members, none of this stuff is important. They're just here for the big parade. And the remaining 40 percent of the city's population not riding are here to see it. Oh wait... but at some point we're expecting a Plus One.
Lost in the hurlyburly of the first weekend of Mardi Gras, the first
month of Donald Trump's presidency and the firehose of "fake news" comes
this definitely-not-fake-news from Weekly World News, the former supermarket tabloid that now seems to be an online-only affair.
Billed (rightly) as a "Mardi Gras STUNNER!," the WWN seems to be the only media outlet to report an alien vows: "I'LL LAND MY UFO ON BOURBON STREET — ON FAT TUESDAY!"
Maybe Mardi Gras is a marathon. Maybe it's a sprint. Or maybe it's a triple jump or a sack race or a game of horseshoes where no horseshoes are actually thrown because that would be too expensive to insure. During the last two episodes of our fake radio show we've examined the possibility that it might even be a metaphorical football season. If that's the case, then our team is doing pretty well after the first weekend.
First, a quick note about what we didn't see. We're based Uptown very near the parade route which makes getting across town to see 'tit Rex or Chewbacchus a tall order logistically speaking. In past years we've gotten to see a few Barkuses but the Sunday schedule has become so overloaded on St. Charles, that even that doesn't happen anymore.
But, as much as I'd like to see the downtown parades, I think the full schedule is actually a good thing. Chewbacchus Saturday, in particular, proves the city can, despite official protestations, handle simultaneous parades following different routes. This, in turn, takes some of the pressure off of either route from overcrowding or #KreweOfChad encroachment. I'm sure one of these years, we'll ditch on our neighborhood stuff and make a plan to be down there. But, in the meantime, we're still catching all the uptown parades. Here's how that went.
In some ways, it's easy to be Oshun. Oshun is the opening act. It doesn't have to blow anyone's mind. It just has to show up and get things started.
People know what to expect from Oshun. Its floats are very simple. It has only a few bands and marching clubs. Nothing fancy. For the most part, the crowd is just happy to see the parades have begun. On the other hand, it's not so easy to be Oshun. This is a parade, now in its 20th year, known mostly for its own modesty. So, even though there are less impressive parades than Oshun on the schedule, Oshun is the parade people are most likely to attend expecting to be unimpressed. So what we have is either a case of managed expectations that are easily
overcome, or a bad reputation that pre-ordains the response.
2016 Oshun, as it turns out, was a perfectly nice parade. The modest floats looked good. The riders seemed to be having a good time. I don't even remember what the theme of this parade was but it doesn't seem like that should matter very much. What mattered was that it started to feel and look like Carnival season again.
Oshun was followed by Cleopatra.
This was also appropriate for a Friday night. Cleopatra is one of the displace West Bank parades that we've only seen a few of uptown now and we aren't entirely sure how to feel about them. It's almost like what happens when a new sports team moves to your city. You feel a little like you've stolen something from someone. Do you even want to enjoy that? Shouldn't they be "rocking" the neighborhood they came from?
Well we managed to make do under the circumstances. Remember if you bring a young child with you as well as at least one serviceable set of shoulders you can come away from even the opening night parades with a pretty impressive haul.
Like so many other annoying people on social media this weekend, I tried to Periscope a little bit from the parade route. The result was a 10 second grainy video of a band walking way with a pan over to a child yelling at the camera that a float was coming and she would need lifting. We won't try that again. By the end of the night we were feeling our age.
That is, by the way, the same age as Captain Sam here.
I can't believe I was almost too hungover and tired to run out and photograph this fish Saturday morning for only the ka-jillionth time in history. But that's fine. It's worth seeing an old friend. Besides, who ever wants to miss the Krewe of Pontchartrain's ridiculously easy fill in the blank puzzle floats?
These were all based on state nicknames. Such as...
Here is "The _ _ P _ R _ State"
The Treasure State
And, of course, The Prostitution State
Menckles wasn't even out of bed yet so I was out by myself with the camera during Pontchartrain. I took a walk up and down the route just to check stuff out. Here's a quick little report on that.
The #KreweOfChad infrastructure really starts to get heavy as you move uptown above Washington Avenue. All this was up around Sixth and Seventh streets, I think.
This guy was selling Icees from what looked like a pretty innovative little rig. He said they are non-alcoholic, unfortunately.
I ran into another guy selling beers out of a big aluminum tub he had set out on a portable table in a driveway. On the ground in front of the table was a pool cue as well as a "whole set" of billiard balls in a plastic grocery bag I could have had for $60. For $150, I could have had a framed sepia toned photo of what looked to be some nuns sitting in a room. "It's an antique," was all the guy said when asked to explain it.
Even more ridiculous, though, nine dollar sandwiches.
The retrograde social commentary just down the street from there was free.
Speaking of retrograde...
Seemed like the appropriate guy to ride with Choctaw (another West Bank transplant krewe) and its increasingly uncomfortable redface theme-ing.
Still, in all, the award for worst parade of the weekend has to go to Freret, enthusiasm of its King-For-Life City Councilman Jason Williams notwithstanding.
Freret looks like it may be having trouble filling out its membership. Several of its floats were half-empty to mostly empty.
According to the Arthur Hardy guide, Freret has 250 members. That makes them about the same size as Oshun. But Oshun fits its riders on smaller floats whereas Freret rents a set from Blaine Kern. You can read on the sides of the floats a list of which parades each is designated to appear in this year.
And there's nothing wrong with that. As you can see, several krewes do it like this. Unfortunately, this particular set of floats are too big for Freret's membership. For viewers, the experience is kind of like opening this "Party Size" bag of Zapp's and finding out the "Party" only fills about a third of the package.
Anyway, if you're looking to join a parading organization next year. Consider Freret. They could use the help.
That's probably enough for one post. We'll look at the Saturday night and Sunday parades in a subsequent entry.
