The West Indian Day parade may be the closest thing to Mardi Gras that we can get in New York (or at least, what I imagine Mardi Gras to be). It was an explosion of feathers, sequins, and colors. I was really tired that day though, since we had gone to Electric Zoo the night before. I don't remember this at all, but my friend later told me that when she tried to wake me up I said, "bitch please, let me sleep." I guess I can be really rude when I'm tired? I really have no recollection.
When we arrived, there were people selling flags. I had been starving, so my main motivation was to find food ASAP. Aromatic food stands lined the streets, with the first few being extremely crowded. I had grilled fish and rice, while my friend had jerk chicken.
I decided that I wanted to march through the parade too, so we managed to go through the police line to walk around one of the floats. People were really nice to us, though at one point we ended up being bumped to another area.
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