Preparations for Carnival

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This week will be spent consecrated in preparations for Mardi Gras weekend. Technically, “Mardi Gras” is French for “Fat Tuesday.” We have gotten lax in calling the whole season “Mardi Gras.” My grandmother never made that mistake; the season is, and for her always was, carnival. She loved carnival. When I hear that word uttered with a NOLA-accent (“cah-nivul”), I think of her.

Already done: The stringed huggies have been located; Mardi Gras tunes have been loaded on my iPod; the wheeled ice chest has been taken down from the attic; the hand-warmers are on stand-by; and arrangements have been made for a parking spot and table along the route of Endymion and a baby sitter for Saturday has been lined up.

To do: general grocery shopping and house cleaning; a trip to Hi Do Bakery in Gretna to buy a king cake in the shape of a crab (look at this thing–how can I resist?):

beer and ice purchased; cook jambalaya for Bacchus; procure seated ladder:

(Photo credit: Jenni Lawson, NPR.)

Oh, and pick up friends from the airport on Friday.

This will be my friends’ first visit back to NOLA since Katrina. They’ll want to see the “Katrina tour.” It will be their daughter’s first carnival. And Sun’s too. They have matching ladder t-shirts.

The anticipation my friends and I have for this carnival is great. Greater, in fact, than I can recall feeling in a long time. Even CS, the self-proclaimed “Mardi Grinch” has decided to stop hating Mardi Gras and revel in our city’s unique offering.

Laissez les bons temps rouler!

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