Saturday, January 29, 2011
It's time for the annual Gasparilla invasion in my home town. It’s our own version of Mardi Gras, with krewes and floats and beads and beer and scalawags. There’s an actual flotilla invasion, which anyone with a boat can join, led by the noble pirate ship Jose Gaspar, which is filled with normally staid businessmen dressed to the hilt as swashbuckling pirates, complete with scars, pistols filled with blanks, stuffed parrots and an eye for booty (and believe me, lots of women are willing to show their booty for beads!). Afterward, a long parade down the waterfront; local high school bands, colorful floats, beads flying through the air and ending up in the greedy fists of screaming civilians (with quite a few ending up in the palm trees that line the route).
It’s glorious, and fun, and as it's an absolutely beautiful day in Florida, I'm going out to enjoy the parade. I'll come home exhausted and weighted down with beads (but no, I will not surrender my booty!).
Posted by Terri Garey at 9:09 AM