Mardi Gras season is once again upon us and so far it’s been a pretty good one. Last year Cristina and I joined the Krewe of Cleopatra after being invited by Cristina’s friend. She mentioned having two spots available on the float and also mentioned some of our other acquaintances that rode as well. Although we both had ridden in a parade before we haven’t done it together and since EVERYTHING we do together is a blast- how could we resist?
I will admit that since it was our first time in this Krewe with mostly a bunch of strangers we weren’t as sociable as we could have been. We skipped meetings, get-togethers, the Coronation Ball, etc. Cristina felt more badly about it then I did but since none of it was mandatory I didn’t really care. I knew one event we would be attending was the Rendezvous Ball which is the Mardi Gras Ball for Cleopatra. Cristina told me as soon as we joined that there was no skipping that one. She wanted to go.
Well we got dressed to the 9s and attended the Ball with the friends we joined the Krewe with. It would be our first time meeting the rest of the people on our float and to my surprise they were very friendly. The very people we avoided couldn’t have been nicer. Our lieutenant (person in charge of everything for our float) was very personable, thoughtful, and an all around good time. The drinks flowed, food was good, company was great, and that equation makes up for a pretty fantastic night.
Fast forward several days and it was time to get the float loaded. Now as I mentioned before we skipped all the extra curricular activities which meant we missed Float Day. That is the day you get to take family and friends to an event where all the floats are on display to marvel in their beauty. Well with a combination of a miss-marked float and missing Float Day, we almost packed all of our overflowing bags onto the second deck of the wrong float. That would have been a disaster because loading your throws is not exactly fun, much less having to unload them, tote the heavy bags to another location, to then reload them again. Crisis averted we were loaded in the right spot.
The very next day was the day of the parade. Our float lieutenant arranges a pre-party to the official pre-party that the Krewe hosts prior to the parade rolling. Cristina and I dubbed that party the pre-pre-party. It was a private party held in the warehouse district of New Orleans. Again with drinks flowing and the great company it would be impossible NOT to have a great time. At the conclusion of the pre-pre-party we all walked together to the nearby official pre-party of Cleopatra and continued to have a great time and make awesome memories. I think it was at that time I maybe started feeling a teensy weensy bad about not attending the other events. Everyone there was very nice and included the two rookies into their Cleopatra family. Lesson learned.
Well needless to say Cristina and I will be riding Cleo again next year. We quickly learned by speaking to other members that they were previously on other floats within Cleopatra and transferred to ours because it is known to be the funnest group. I can confidently say in my experience of that day: I concur. Hail Cleopatra!