these assholes have a parade for everything.  seriously, i've been here eight years, and i can't wait to get the fuck.  today was the irish-italian parade on the street in front of my apartment building.  fat, ugly, drunk assholes came from miles around to sit with other fat, ugly, drunk assholes, catch cabbage, carrots, and beads, park in my parking spot, and make it nearly impossible to get out to go anywhere at all.  the old women who live downstairs wanted to know why i wasn't going to the parade.  what could i say?  that i'm not a wasted loser and hanging around with wasted losers fighting over cabbage and plastic beads seems about the least fun thing i can imagine?  i just told them i don't like parades.  they looked at me like i was from another planet.  maybe i am.  i don't even understand the attraction of this nonsense.  seriously, for the life of me i cannot fathom why anyone would brave the crowd of coughing 65 year old biker chicks with their droopy boobs hanging out and 17 year old girls with beers and cigarettes, both groups desperately trying to look like the drunken 25 year old women who literally look like prostitutes, just for the opportunity to catch produce they won't eat.  it seems flat-out crazy to me. 
but what do i know.  maybe i'm the one with the problem.  i probably am.  i seriously doubt that everyone else is wrong.  it's obviously me. 
but that doesn't change that i hate nola.