Well now you know.
They were even partying on the rooftops.
And this is why I love the people in New Orleans. This little kid walked up to the guy next to me, tapped his arm, and asked "excuse me...can you pick me up so I can see the parade?" Next thing I know, the guy is hoisting him up on his shoulders, no questions asked! gotta love it! :)
Who knew giant Snickers were so low in calories? Gotta get me one'a dem.
But best of all, we got to see...
Bob Costas having sweat dabbed off his brow by the makeup artist....
And best of all, DAVE MATTHEWS BAND!!!
...all for the bargain price of zero dollars. We were able to get ridiculously close to the stage after the parade had finished (and right before DMB came on for the last two songs), because part of the crowd started charging through the special access gates just as a William Wallace-esque New Orleanian cried out "they can't stop us all!!!" So we joined in the madness and made a run at the stage. So worth it. I'm usually against social anarchy and the mob mentality, but for Dave I was willing to throw caution to the wind. Everyone was pretty calm about it and no crazy shoving or madness started, so the cops were like "meh. whatever." and let us be.