Or at least it was for us. I told you we had a relative in the Parade. No, the rose wasn’t for me, but it was for one in our party. Unfortunately, we didn’t get a successful direct delivery from the float, but I had to make sure that I captured the moment as proof. As it turned out, it was one of the better pictures, especially for emotional content.
Most of Mardi Gras lore seems to be built off of the New Orleans party scene. That’s certainly how I knew it. Mobile started Mardi Gras, and remains family friendly. Maybe I’m just getting old, but I’d rather be at Mobile.