Throw me something, Mister!

In the spirit of Mardi Gras, I’m reposting my thoughts from the St. Patrick’s Day parade from last year.  People seemed to enjoy reading this one, and I’ve got quite a few newcomers to the site since then.  To update the following post to Mardi Gras ’08, simply delete the “Emerald City” comment, change “Cajun/Irish” to “Cajun/French/Catholic,” and picture me and my family skipping the parades altogether to simply stay home and enjoy the good times without the beads, beer, and rowdiness.  OK, there is still plenty of rowdiness at our house, but it isn’t nearly so loud or drunken.  Laissez les bon temp roulet!  (That’s “Let the good times roll” for all you folks outside Cajun Country.)

“Plastic and Beer”

I write this post on St. Patrick’s Day, after having spent the morning with my family at my first ever parade in Baton Rouge.  While I had never really heard much about the St. Patty’s Day parade, I’ve heard about the legendary Mardi Gras parades of South Louisiana for years.  From what I could tell, this was pretty much the same thing – but with cheaper floats and the crowd looking like they just stepped out of the Emerald City.  As I stood there on Perkins Road with my family, taking it all in, I tried to figure out what was really the point of it all.  And I think the main point was this:

 

People were looking to have a good time.  In South Louisiana, good times are never far away as long as there is plenty of beer and beads.  And both were in abundance in Baton Rouge today.  In the midst of this Cajun/Irish festival, I realized several things:

Our hearts are so easily captured.  Put a few guys and gals on a trailer with some loud music and cheap plastic beads and other assorted junk, and our hearts suddenly become convinced that catching this stuff is the most important thing in the world.  I wish I could say I did not give in to this bead-snagging impulse.  But the truth is, (more…)

Full

It has been almost a full three weeks since my last post. As I was reflecting on why this is, it occurred to me. My life has been really full. Not in a frantic, can’t slow down, can’t catch up, I’m running ragged and feeling frazzled kind of way. Full, Read more…