Last Saturday afternoon we were sitting out on the porch watching the vaguely Irish themed revelers coming back from the Irish Channel Parade. The current route doesn't come as close to us as the old one but it's enough to make for festive people watching. One such festive individual stumbled up to us and offering high fives.
His tux and kilt indicated he had been marching that day. His salutation, "I'm fucked up" confirmed it. He said he was trying to get back to Constance and Josephine where his car was apparently parked. We pointed him off in the wrong direction, though, because 1) helping him drive in that state probably would have made us accomplices to something and 2) he had already wandered pretty far from there in the first place so maybe we could keep that going.
In any case, St. Patrick's Day in New Orleans is basically the Feast Of St. Krewe Of Chad. Be safe out there if you're participating.
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