Son now lives 3 houses off the parade route (for the "big" parade on Tuesday), and I have just about convinced him that it is his moral obligation to have a party. Or at least have his poor ole mom over. Parking is scarce, but he has also been informed that if he picks me up, there is a pot of chili in it for him. I think I was spoiled by those early Mardi Gras celebrations at Crescent City Motors. I can only handle parades now if they come complete with a kitchen, a place to rest weary knees, and (like JuJu and the Jazz Fest) a clean bathroom. In other words, treat me no differently than you would the queen!