Endymion at the O.D. Clinic

After a few hours rest and way too much food (my mom had hoped by cousin's would come in to walk to Endymion from Park Esplanade, and had shopped for an army), Brian comes by with two old "krewe suits" to offer to Ron so Eric can help get him in costumes for MoMs.

I grab some of the beer and a nealry untouched tray of finger sandwiches, and we're off to Dr. Alo's OD Clinic on Canal for Endymion.

The parade is a large and lavish as I remember, only more so with the kleig-light trucks with confetti connons. Killian is losing some of her barshfulness under our prompt, and is starting to stagger under the load of beads appropriate for a fabulously cute young teenager. My son Matt has made friends with the kids of some old acquainteances from the Lakefront, and everybody is having a blast.

I have to learn not to scream like a demonically-possesed nine year old at every float, or I'm going to lose my voice. I can already feel my throat cracking up.

The only disappointement is that St. Aug did pass by in full high-step. By the time of the really big parade breakdown (or the end of the parade) no one cares and they're all ready for home: the kids to bed, and I to get ready for MoMs.