The oak trees are dropping their pollen. It turns every outdoor surface green. It also makes me want to take Alegra-D by the fist-full and sleep for a week. Thankfully I don’t have a lot to do today, but I do fear that the antihistamines may be taking some of the edge off of my blogging. Anyway, enough about sinus trouble, I am sure I am not alone in my lethargy.
The annual Baton Rouge Saint Patrick’s Day was Saturday. Anna and I made an appearance. The weather was wonderful, much better than it had been for most of the Mardi Gras parades. As someone who’s primary interest in parades is watching the people and taking their pictures, I open myself up to that special sort of attention that a transgressor attracts. If you are looking to attract the attention of the more pugnacious parade participants, then strapping a camera around your neck is about as good a virtual bullseye as you will find. If I attend a parade, then I will get assaulted with beads. This is just my lot in life and I have come to accept it. Most people riding floats enjoy gently tossing a few strands to the people along the route, but there will always be a few louts who seem hell-bent on injuring someone, and that someone is generally this dour looking guy clutching his camera. But, you take the good with the bad and as I didn’t sustain damage to anything but my pride, I consider the whole affair to be a success.
One of Anna’s friends, Carrie, hosts a party right on the parade route and they were nice enough to have us. We had margaritas made from a blender that was powered by a small gasoline engine. We walked past the house on Ferndale where I grew up. We talked and enjoyed a few Jello shots. You know, parade stuff. That night I made latkes for the first time, so I’d say it was a pretty full day. I even have the pictures to prove it.
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