I paraded, I drank, I had King Cake, I went to balls, and on Mardi Gras day I took to the streets like everyone else until I just couldn't revel any more. And now Mardi Gras 2020 is history.
Pictures really don't capture it. You have to be here to understand. The festivities start as early as 0430 (I slept in and didn't hit the streets until 0600 when I went to a champagne breakfast with the neighbors) and it runs until midnight when NOPD clears the streets and pronounces Mardi Gras to be over. I don't stay out that late because by dark all of the locals have gone home and the French Quarter belongs to the drunken tourists and the criminals who come to prey on them. Sure there are still lots of parties going on in the neighborhoods and that's where I go, but of course I also have to work the next day so like the majority of my celebrating neighbors with jobs I wound down early with a few drinks and conversation at someone's house and it was all good.
Now we clean our streets and try to get the tourists to go home...and we start planning for Mardi Gras 2021!