They say it’s a marathon, not a sprint but now it’s, looking more like a relay. Since Muses has been postponed, I need to revise my Carnival schedule and it lines up now like a burst/rest/burst/rest/burst/hangover forecast.
Friday: D’Etat-Morpheus-Muses, Uptown? Lafayette Square? Canal? Home by undetermined means (late night).
Saturday: Rest, eat spaghetti and fried chicken, maybe visit with neighbors, stay in the neighborhood.
Sunday: Thoth-Mid City-Bacchus, then Donna’s, home by cab hopefully (late, late night.)
Monday: Rest, costume making, Orpheus, home by ferry, nightcap?
Tuesday: Drink blood of chicken in coffee, fail to see Rex and Zulu again, consume many PBRs, dance in the street, chase midget tourists, fornicate with sock, shake fist at the Gods, lose voice, home by ferry, burger at Dry Dock?
Wednesday: Ceremonial giving up of something I don’t indulge in very often anyway, perform work tasks hungoverly.