Laissez les bons temps rouler

February 9, 2016

Alas, it’s hard to imagine an event more ill-suited for these times than Mardi Gras. Mardi Gras, French for “fat Tuesday,” actually is the culmination of a season of carnival, from Epiphany to Lent. In communities along the northern Gulf Coast, that means days and days of street parties where surging crowds mash together for hours to laugh and shout and generally blow off steam. And tired of being left out of the fun, more and more inland communities have been introducing their own version of Mardi Gras. Whether you’re inclined to enjoy such a scene or not, it’s still sad that the revelry must be severely curtailed this year. I know I will miss it, if vicariously. However, every cloud has a silver lining: it’s 25 degrees in New Orleans as I write this.

17 thoughts on “<em>Laissez les bons temps rouler</em>”

  1. Why is it, if you click on “Laissez les bons temps rouler” it takes you to a copy of the same page, but with a different font and color for “Laissez les bons temps rouler”?

  2. Here in Conroe it got down to 9.3 degrees in my backyard (according to my weatherstation). The lowest we recorded in the previous 20 years was 16.9. We have fared well so far, with no frozen pipes (although one feeding the kitchen sink was slightly sluggish this morning) and no loss of power. The energy company has told us we will be experiencing rolling blackouts, but so far we’ve been spared. I was worried because our home was not built with this type of weather in mind. We have pipes going through the attic, so we left the pull down stairs to the attic open and a remote thermometer showed it only got down to 34 in that half of the attic (the floored half – didn’t venture into the unfloored part – we are old). I grew up in norther Oklahoma and went through lots of cold weather there with no problems, but construction policies were different. Happy Mardi Gras! Hopefully last night was the coldest we will experience. Good luck to my fellow Villagers! Stay warm and stay safe.

  3. “…where surging crowds mash together for hours to laugh and shout and generally blow off steam.” And swap bacteria and viruses. Funny, isn’t it, how much difference a year can make?

  4. For the first time in 25 years, we weren’t in downtown Mobile last Sunday to celebrate Joe Cain Day with the Widows. The spirit lives though.

    Laissez les bons temps rouler

  5. We got about 5 maybe 6″ of light fluffy snow that I was able to handle quickly with my snow blower. There are not enough official weather stations in the Detroit area that measure snow so relying on average Joe’s estimates can be rather humorous. I posted “5”- 6″, but I am a man, so you make your own calibration!” 😛

  6. For those located where temps generally are not much below freezing – keep the doors
    open under the sink -also basin in bathroom. If it really gets cold leave the faucet drip
    (water is cheaper than copper.)

  7. — However, every cloud has a silver lining: it’s 25 degrees in New Orleans as I write this. —

    The pokies would be legen (wait for it…) dary! Beads flung like ring toss games. Tales to be told for generations.

  8. Back when I lived between Royal and Bourbon all Mardi Gras parades came through the French Quarter. I also worked in the Federal Building on St. Charles Avenue and all parades came down St. Charles enroute to the Quarter.

    I saw every parade day or night in those days. One year I attended every Mardi Gras ball held including the grand finale when Rex meets Comos. I was a fanatic.

    Moved to deep Garden District from the Quarter off end of St. Charles which I loved. Moved to Houston by our company when Texas changed liquor laws. Hated Houston and never stopped hating it, just tolerated it.

    Miss entire mindset of the Deep South, not just Mardi Gras. Miss the food, the parties, the climate, the people. Still wanting to move back South.

  9. Homes in New Orleans cost hundreds of thousands to millions now. I lived just off St. Charles and Magazine and two blocks off Audubon Park, by Tulane University, Sacred Heart. I shudder to think what my old home sells for now. It did not flood during Katrina.

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