Reminded me a lot of my summers growing up in Rhode Island. Puerto Rican Day Parade, Nigerian Independence Parade, Dominican Parade. There were dozens. We'd get fly and head to Broad St. or Roger Williams Park and just stand around, hoping the babes would see my outfit or just plain soaking up the atmosphere. After a while I stopped going –– I just grew out of it. But this go round was fun, it's been a nice reacquaintance with citywide cultural celebrations and New Orleans is a special place to celebrate. Fuck the beads and breasts, the culture is why it's done. Zulu was magical.
Incredible weekend with #krewedeniggas. What a wonderful debut Mardi Gras weekend.