Golly, I forget just how much I love the Gras. It takes me awhile to get into the spirit. It's not like 10 years ago when I could jump out of bed, crack open a beer and do my Mardi Gras dance. Oh! UNCLE RARA, WE FORGOT TO DO A MARDI GRAS DANCE! But that's for another post. Anyway, we finally got out and going yesterday. W's first p-rade of the season. By the time we got to our destination, only about 10 blocks away, I was sweating. Our new Bob Stroller is awesome, albeit very, very large. J had the ladder, I had the boys in the stroller weighing approx. 70 pounds with the ride and my Mardi Gras Madras. All while trying to push them up 90 degree curbs. I lost half my drink on the way, crashed into a row of boxwoods, asked 2 ladies to pick up my drink from the street after I put it down to push the stroller up the curb but then couldn't go back to get it because then I would have to go back down the curb, and we finally made it! Whew! Once we got our ladder up and were ready for the p-rade, Master P was sleeping, W was crying b/c he didn't like the ladder and I was buzzed from a half a Mardi Gras Madras (remember I lost half of it on the way). But all in all we had a blast. W caught a ton of loot and we had a good day to show for all of our effort.
P.S. I'm going to be really skinny in a few weeks from pushing the damn 100 pound stroller around the city. Watch out.