I'm not just 8 years old for Mardi Gras

Yes, I routinely chase the ice cream truck down Mazant for orange creamsicles.  Yes, the driver of the ice cream truck knows me and sometimes sits outside the house honking and waiting for me to come out.  It's one of life's small pleasures in a New Orleans summer.

Next up:  Chocolate City ice cream from Mardi Gras Zone, and possibly more ice cream from the Creole Creamery after church tomorrow.