Category: Carnival

– I woke up for the first time in years feeling ready to go on Fat Tuesday rather than, the typical, “Oh, I don’t know how I’m going to do this” cruddy hangover notion. I was ready for greatness! – As always it took us way too long to get ready for the Golden Traipse….

Can’t really seem to get a narrative going about this year’s Carnival so I’ll just do bullets… – Raged, RAGED against the dying of the light in the majestic Krewe of Mama Roux and finally learned what it must be like to be an adored superstar. Yet somehow, in spit of all that adoration, some…

Found this great gallery of muses shoes on Flickr.

I was looking through my Fat Tuesday photos and saw this one taken late in the day / early in the night at a point when I was mostly intoxicated and quite spirited. It is a case when an instrument perfectly captures the state of its operator…

– Where were all the Reno 911 ladies? When it says “cast”, I want the cast! – There was some Awards show that happened? – There was some speech? – The whole season was preceded by a crippling stomach virus last Tuesday that didn’t retreat until a few hours before Muses. – Muses was once…

It seems like every F’n one in town is going to Krewe Du Vieux tonight so I have just two simple requests… 1.) To the thugs, please don’t kill anyone. 2.) To the NOPD, please don’t kill anyone! See yall out there. Also, I think it was the late great Ashmo who proclaimed the permanent…

Val Kilmer is Bacchus and I am reserving my opinion until I see him on the float because, that’s when you can tell if they are a good Bacchus or not. But hey, what does former Bacchus Steve Guttenburg think? Ok, this entire post was just an excuse for me to post that recent pic…

I spent Lundi Gras running around the West Bank looking for costume supplies, some horns, some spray paint, a few minor things. I’m trying rely more and more on the existing “costume box” than having to go out and buy a bunch of stuff two times a year. The box is becoming its own haberdasher…

… Hell he brings. Like Romy said, we have no tolerance for intolerance! More later.

We set out around noon on Sunday. Parked by the ferry, boarded and embarked. Leaving the landing, a man began playing bongos and another strummed the guitar. They began singing Amazing Grace and all the middle-aged men with them sang along. Methinks they were going across the river to preach the gospel. Whatever the cause,…