Mardi Gras Galveston
Well, darn it, I missed it this year, “it,” of course, being
Mardi Gras! Galveston.
Of course, I missed it last year, too. And the year before that. In fact, I’ve never been to Mardi Gras in Galveston at all, not even once, not a single solitary time. How this can be true still boggles my mind. Verily, it must be one of the last great mysteries of the universe, right up there with quantum mechanics and how geese can fly in a perfect “V” and all.
Aside: A few decades ago (rats!—I’ve given away a clue to my age), I was invited by friends to make the pilgrimage to the Big Easy for what to me at the time was Mardi Gras. (Back then, being such a young’un, I believed Mardi Gras was invented in Louisiana.) I didn’t go. Clearly, a pattern was already emerging. But I digress.
Interestingly, Galveston has one of the oldest Mardi Gras traditions in this country, dating back to 1867. It hasn’t been a continuously celebrated affair since those early beginnings but I expect that’s only because I never went. Read the rest of this entry »
