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.
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