We counted them up and we each had more than 100 strands. Deb had the most at 163 (and that was after she sold some.) We had a combined total of more than 500 strands of brightly colored Mardi Gras beads (and no, nothing inappropriate was done to receive them)
The plan was to follow cousin Mel’s float around the block so we’d get more beads from him and other floats, but we got so caught up in collecting beads that had fallen to the ground we almost forgot. We started walking and I saw the pirate ship floating down the street. I yelled and took off running.
My cousin “Reen” was in hot pursuit. She was carrying the sign we’d decorated with Mel’s name on it and a sign pointing to us so he’d see us in the crowds. I looked back once to see that sign bobbing up and down as she ran. I jumped the curb yelling, “Mel! Mel!” and reached the float just in time for him to shove a handful of beads at me.
Victory! Pain! Back spasm!
I limped back to my cousin and Deb. I forgot I have a middle-aged, injured body.
That lapse of intelligence was really in vain as I didn’t realize the floats keep going around and around the blocks several times.
After that, we were ready to call it a night. And things were starting to turn wild — a naked sax player was posing for photos on the strand. So as we waited for “Gee” by the entrance standing with 10 pounds of beads around our necks (actually closer to 5, I just weighed them), Deb took some off her neck and had them draped around her arm.
The younger crowd was arriving and a girl asked how much she wanted for the beads. She turned to “Reen” to ask her what she should charge and “Reen” said four for $1.