For the next four weeks, I’ll be Cajun-ing it up in Louisiana. There will be Mardi Gras-ing, there will be grit-eating, there will be dancing to Zydeco music.
I just love Louisiana. Just.love.it. If you’ve never been here but you want a taste of Oh-my-God-this-feels-like-a-different-country, let me recommend it heartily. The accents are different, the food’s different, the holidays are different.
Behold, the awesomeness that is Mardi Gras in Lafayette, LA.
If you’ve always been intrigued by Mardi Gras but you’re intimidated by the hub bub and boobie-flashing of New Orleans, you should absolutely check out Lafayette’s celebrations. There’s nary a boob in sight, the public drunkenness is kept to a minimum and crowds at the parades are only two or three people deep. Perfect!
You do, of course, still have to watch out for all the flying beads. And do your best not to catch them with your face. Not that I speak from experience or anything.