I took part in the South Indian festival of Spring. The crowd was mostly Guyanese with a few Trinidadians. The festival has people pouring colored powder on each other. I joked that as my shade is alabaster the white color doesn't work.
I treated a large group of people to lunch after the festival. It was a good time with good people and all walks of life.
Of course I could not help but slip in a few Vermont jokes. I explained I lived in a very bad area of Vermont. They have a similar festival except they use Paprika and Oregano before placing Flat Landers in the pot. I did explain the Franklin county Field days with truck pulls, tractor parades and yours truly wondering what the chickens would look like fried.
The part that makes NYC fun is that we respect each others cultures without getting too uptight. I was in a friends African American at a coworkers baby's father funeral when a group of mimes came out. I loathe mimes with a passion as a stupid form of clowning. Another coworker turned to me and I said if you think I am doing that forget it. My coworker had a good laugh.
I do enjoy the Chinese New Year and hearing the locals say Stupid Tourists.
The only festival I refuse to go near is when Commies celebrate May Day. Perhaps, the Tea Party crowd should hold an event in the heart of the madness in Union Square.
I should have told them about the Northern Vermont ritual called Running with the Drunks