Parade!

When you live in Mardi Gras country- any holiday is a good day for a parade!  Especially a Catholic one. My friends invited me to go to the St. Patrick's Day parade down in Waveland, MS.  This particular parade was attended by many, well, swampbillies, for lack of a better term.  You could also call them rednecks.  We saw one redneck pulling out sun block, which was very responsible, but then it turned out to be mayonnaise.  No one, but no one forgets to bring mayo to the parade!  I saw an informal uniform going on.  Wear a hat, don't wear a shirt, wear jeans (with a belt buckle), accessorize with beer and cigarettes.  Women must merely wear cut off denim shorts the size of underwear and let their beer bellies catch the breeze.
Think I'm exaggerating?  Here is the video.

At first I was cautious and reserved.

Then I realized that the drunk parade goers were getting more St. Patty's swag than I was.  So I changed strategies.  Meaning I shouted and danced.  It worked.  See the fruits of my labors below.

Owen was somehow able to catch a nap through all of the semi truck beeping and hip hop dancing going on.  It was a miracle.  (This one is really, really worth watching.  Especially if bad dancing makes you laugh)

He also had fun hanging out with his Baby Best Friend Ollie.

I secretly thing he also enjoyed wearing his whale hat and having a green pacifier.  I not so secretly know that he loved grabbing the giant beads around my neck.  Unfortunately my picture was taken before I got a four leaf clover necklace and "Luck to the Irish" flag.  To?  Not of?  Don't ask me- it's Mississippi.  They were probably made in China.

  Perhaps you can see the cigarette hanging from the Domino's employee's mouth.  He rode around in a golf cart, smoking, and selling his wares.  Just so happened his wares were food.  And the most obese state in the nation loves them some pizza.  So his cart was swamped.  Even though he was smoking.  Like, cigarette in mouth, hand you the pizza, smoke some more, drive.

One day I'm going to write a book about Mississippi.  I really am.  This was so, so incredibly fun.  And in case you were wondering they also threw out produce along with old Mardi Gras beads.  So my friends walked away with three cabbages, a giant carrot, an onion, and a smattering of potatoes.