By Valerie Coffey
We have gone nearly coast to coast in a short time, from Palm Springs, California, on Jan. 29 to Pensacola, FL, on Feb. 14 in time for our first Mardi Gras. We learned a lot. Let’s bust some myths! (If you have any trouble viewing this post, Mitch said Chrome crunches all the words together, but Internet Explorer and Mozilla should be fine.)
When we first conceived of this year-long RV trip, we put New Orleans (NOLA) for Mardi Gras on the list. But after talking to experienced visitors and Mardi-Gras attendees, Mitch and I decided we wanted my first visit to New Orleans to be a more authentic native one, not the craziness and (we heard) crushing crowds of Mardi Gras. We wanted to be able to stay together, sit down for a meal at a restaurant or a drink at a bar, and be able to use a bathroom whenever.
So, we picked Biloxi as a central Gulf of Mexico Coast location to be able to reach the Mardi Gras fun all along the Gulf Coast…which brings me to myth #1:
Myth #1: New Orleans = Mardi Gras. The idea that you must go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras is a continual source of irritation to Gulf-Coasters. Mardi Gras is a big deal everywhere along the Gulf Coast from Galveston, Texas, to Pensacola, Florida (and further…having originated in medieval Europe). Every town worth the salt on its beaches in the US states of Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida has numerous parades, events, crowds, and madness. Mobile is actually where the Mardi Gras tradition originated in 1703(!). Locals in Biloxi and Mobile, AL, and elsewhere told us that Mardi Gras in the French Quarter of NOLA is downright dangerous, even violent. Crime is high. Visitors flood New Orleans for the few days leading up to Mardi Gras, and proceed to get as drunk as possible. It’s hard to find parking, food, drinks, or a bathroom in NOLA on Fat Tuesday. Considering our rather new RV, and my surgery-and-11-months-of-recovery after a rotator cuff tear sustained when a drunk kid picked me up and dropped me on New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas 2011/2012, it was the right decision for us.
“If you turn around for a second [on Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras], you’re likely to lose your friends in the crowd.”
“You can’t bend over to pick up something thrown from a float [in NOLA] without being knocked over.”
“It’s REALLY crazy” (with wide eyes), we heard, again and again [referring to Mardi Gras in NOLA].
A couple of people (like two) said this concept of “fear and crime in NOLA” is not really true (or it’s just as true in other Gulf Coast cities for Mardi Gras), so we took these comments from locals from competing Mardi Gras towns with a grain of salt. We actually love crazy parties — nay, we pursue them — but I didn’t want that kind of crazy to color my first visit to NOLA. NOLA is crazy all the time. We’ll be there for my birthday on Feb. 27th and that will be crazy enough. Many experienced Mardi-Gras goers told us we made the right decision not to go to NOLA for Mardi Gras.
Myth #2: Beads = Showing Your Boobs. The parades are where you get the beads. The parades happen numerous times (six in one day in Mobile) in numerous cities. The parades are often family-oriented (there are parades for kids, teens, even pets). The parades dump thousands of boxes of beads during Mardi Gras season. Every man, woman and child (and dog) who wants beads can be covered in them up to their noses in no time. The night after our first parade in Pensacola, Mitch says he experienced startled “body twitches” as he fell asleep, as his brain hadn’t yet recovered from dodging knots of hurtling beads thrown from floats. We were happy that we wore sunglasses to protect our eyes. None of us showed our chest areas. That is just not my STEEZE, man. There is a time and place for that, and it isn’t in public. It costs a lot more than beads to see my upper anatomy; it’s a privilege, darn it. ‘Cuz it’s very nice. Ha ha.
Myth #3: Mardi Gras = Fat Tuesday. Actually, Mardi Gras is celebrated for a month up to Fat Tuesday. Parades and festivals and events take place all month long, which this year went from Jan. 17 to Feb. 17, 2015. Participants “party it up” before the beginning of Lent, the Catholic period of self-denial and sacrificing of bad habits. The day after Fat Tuesday is Ash Wednesday, when Catholic-oriented Christians go to church to get blessed with a cross-shaped ash on their forehead and take home a palm frond (can you tell I’m not Catholic?). Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of Lent.
Myth #4: The Mardi Gras parade goes down Bourbon St/ Dauphin St. Actually, the French Quarter in NOLA (aka the Bourbon St. area) and the bars and restaurants of Dauphin St in Mobile are surprisingly NOT on the parade route. The parade goes near there, but the bar areas are closed down for blocks just for pedestrians, and that’s really where the action (or craziness) is. Mostly the party and bar scene is for adults (although you still see families there), and the parade routes are more family oriented.
Oh yeah. By the way, it can get VERY COLD for Mardi Gras!
The bottom line? Pensacola was fun but two hours away, so we went there once to pick up our friend from the airport (Mike Y from Ohio, our buddy we met in Key West and designated driver) and stayed to see our first Mardi Gras parade down Palafox Street (Seville Quarter). Biloxi had casino fun but not much of a party scene for Mardi Gras. The parade in D’Iberville near Biloxi was family central, and not in a very interesting location. Mobile had a busy, happening Mardi Gras scene and that’s where we drove to day after day, even though we were staying in Biloxi.
We’ll hit Grand Isle, LA, next, a remote oasis on a barrier island on the Gulf to see some birds, get some work done, rest, and do some repairs to the RV and our livers. THEN it will be time to hit NOLA for my birthday!
Ten Reasons Why Death Valley is to Die For
Also, track where we are today:
Where You Guys At?
And read the post of what happened on our actual trip to NOLA for my birthday!!