Saturday, January 30, 2016
The devil you know
Mardi Gras version.
The dancer we watched at the Krewe de Vieux parade last weekend reappeared at the Krewe of Chewbacchus parade. We were standing on the porch of a neatly shuttered church building, drinking Heineken out of red solo cups and watching the costumed wookies, star-troopers, leia-jorettes, and han-solos pass, when she sauntered by, wearing her devil horns and brandishing her prop cross.
"Oh, hey!" I shouted and waved. "We saw you last week. We love you!"
She gave me a big smile and posed for a photo.
I love this town. No matter where you go, you run into people you know.