When you think of New Orleans–if you ever think of New Orleans, that is–you think of music and Mardi Gras parades.
We saw the very first parade of the season: the Krewe du Vieux. Apparently it’s always extremely crude, but we didn’t know that.
It was funny, but the funniest thing about it was our 14-year-old daughter’s reaction to a float with giant breasts:
Or the one with a 10-foot penis and people walking behind it with sperms on sticks, some of them with top hats and mustaches–the sperms, not the people.
If R doesn’t become an actress, she can always get on the National Film Rating Committee. She has just the right sensibility for it:
“Oh my god! Really?”
“Don’t these people know there are children watching?”
“Tell me when I can look again.”
“Tell me if the next float’s appropriate or not.”
“This is definitely not PG!”