Camp friend: “So do you guys pay to get into Mardi Grass?”
Me: “No it’s free.”
Camp friend: “Well I don’t get it, so there are drunken men riding around on trucks?”
Me: “Exactly how I would describe it” (sarcasm).
Drunken men, blaring tunes,
Packed crowds and uncontrolled chaos
Phrases that depict the indescribable atmosphere through the words of…
Outsiders or so called foreigners,
All bewildered, puzzled by the thoughts of “Mardi Grass.”
Myths can only create the reaction of a New Orleanian: uncontainablelaughter.
Grace, age 16