It was a strange Krewe du Vieux for me. It's the first time in a decade that I watched, not marched. The Spanktuary is fun but it gets crowded, so I watched the parade a block over with some tolerant friends. Tolerant of what, you might ask. Of me talking their ears off, that's what. I was in a garrulous mood and they were nice enough to indulge me. Thanks, y'all.
KdV was early this year, which made for a hectic season for a homemade parade. As a result, some of the floats were rough around the edges. I prefer edgier themes, so I wasn't in love with my krewe's theme of Drive Like Ya Wanna, but the float was the most polished in the parade.
Spank's throws were first class too as this happy NOLA Twitter person will attest:
Last year, I was appalled by the racist and sexist imagery on several floats and decried them here; just call me the Town Decrier. That's a fancy way of saying that I criticized the offensive floats right after the parade, then again last November. That was not the case this year:
Carnival krewes are as secretive as the CIA but those thoughts were confirmed by a source who swore me to silence. This secretiveness is one of my least favorite aspects of Carnival. I believe in transparency, especially when you've been accused of enabling bigotry. Why not get credit for doing the right thing?
I'm a blogger of my word, so my lips are sealed. I'm glad to make a difference. I *am* the guy who wrote a love letter to KdV in 2019, after all.
There's a swell video of the whole damn parade online:
The same folks filmed the 'tit Rex parade the next day. It's a parade of miniature floats. I am not making this up.
I missed it but this video is excellent, and I saw several people I know on the mini march.
Repeat after me: New Orleans is the world's largest small town.
I hope my non-NOLA readers don't mind the Carnival posts. I gave you The Carnival Tunes Dozen for your listening pleasure, after all.
The last word goes to Robbie Robertson:
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