
Walked through this beautiful lobby "like we owned it" or at least like we were registered there.

And found that Ann was right.


The Parades we had planned to attend on Thursday were canceled because of weather. So Friday evening we went like the privileged folks do to our reserved bleacher seats on St Charles Avenue. THREE parades were scheduled, but one from Thursday marched as well so we enjoyed the beautiful floats, incredible bands and, of course, those inevitable BEADS for about 6 hours. The seats and location were wonderful. But most important to some of us older folks, we had a private Porta-John !
Here's our gang of Airstreamers

Stanley, Lesly and me. It was NOT warm

HEY MISTER, THROW ME SOME BEADS


Oh, what the heck, here's a profile too

There was a VERY TALL man in front of me in the bleachers. He was about 6'2" but I think his arms were 4' long. I was not having much success with the beads and other throws. A lady in the next section of bleachers asked if I was from out-of-town. I said, "Yes" and that this was our first Mardi Gras. One of her male companions said, "Put your bag over here. We'll fill it for you." And they did.
Thank you, Wendy. I told you I'd "make you famous" so here's your picture

So ends the second day of our Mardi Gras. It started at 8:00am and ended back at the Airstreams at 1:30am.
Life IS good.
But I may be too old for many more days of THIS good !
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