
Today is Mardi Gras, the time of year in south Louisiana where people sit around and get drunk on the streets. Usually, such a day is known as "Friday"; however, Mardi Gras is different because it's on Tuesday and it involves parades.
As I write this on the stroke of Tuesday morning, I haven't yet been to any of the several parades Lafayette has had over the past week. My only contact with the festivities so far has been a Molly Ringwalds concert at the Mardi Gras fair, which has left me with a tinnitus-afflicted left ear even two days later. Right now, the Alan Parsons Project's "Eye In the Sky" has a hauntingly angelic chord that I'd never heard before, but only out of the left speaker. Ah, the wonders of stereo.
Mardi Gras is actually one of my favorite times of year, which isn't saying much given my general dislike for most holidays. It's ironic, because I can barely remember anything I did for the last two celebrations--not for good reasons, either, but because they were that lame.
Lafayette has a decent-sized shindig for a city of its size, and in fact I believe it's the second-largest in the state behind New Orleans (or maybe the top three). Because of Katrina, we had an extra weekend of parades to accommodate the larger crowds. I still lament missing John Schneider last weekend; Bo Duke at a parade is perfection at its finest. Naturally, this year's N.O. presence was met with the same fear that punctuated the initial refugee wave in August ("Crime's going to escalate! My friend's cousin's ex-girlfriend was carjacked at Wal-Mart!"). Never mind that these people have been with us pretty much the whole time, and there hasn't been a substantial increase in crime.
My prediction is that crime will escalate this year. But considering that fewer than 10 arrests are made each year on Mardi Gras in Lafayette (I think last year it was one), that isn't saying much. I hope the public will approach that statistic with a sense of perspective.
If anything interesting happens in my presence today, you'll be the fourth or fifth to know about it. That's my promise to you!
As I write this on the stroke of Tuesday morning, I haven't yet been to any of the several parades Lafayette has had over the past week. My only contact with the festivities so far has been a Molly Ringwalds concert at the Mardi Gras fair, which has left me with a tinnitus-afflicted left ear even two days later. Right now, the Alan Parsons Project's "Eye In the Sky" has a hauntingly angelic chord that I'd never heard before, but only out of the left speaker. Ah, the wonders of stereo.
Mardi Gras is actually one of my favorite times of year, which isn't saying much given my general dislike for most holidays. It's ironic, because I can barely remember anything I did for the last two celebrations--not for good reasons, either, but because they were that lame.
Lafayette has a decent-sized shindig for a city of its size, and in fact I believe it's the second-largest in the state behind New Orleans (or maybe the top three). Because of Katrina, we had an extra weekend of parades to accommodate the larger crowds. I still lament missing John Schneider last weekend; Bo Duke at a parade is perfection at its finest. Naturally, this year's N.O. presence was met with the same fear that punctuated the initial refugee wave in August ("Crime's going to escalate! My friend's cousin's ex-girlfriend was carjacked at Wal-Mart!"). Never mind that these people have been with us pretty much the whole time, and there hasn't been a substantial increase in crime.
My prediction is that crime will escalate this year. But considering that fewer than 10 arrests are made each year on Mardi Gras in Lafayette (I think last year it was one), that isn't saying much. I hope the public will approach that statistic with a sense of perspective.
If anything interesting happens in my presence today, you'll be the fourth or fifth to know about it. That's my promise to you!




