– 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 again the best parade of the season. Next year, I won’t be denied my shoe.
– First time I ever saw Morpheus and though it was sorta ghetto.
– Skipped Endy as usual and we had a huge bonfire in the neighbor’s backyard.
– Missed Bacchus do to a slight relapse of the stomach virus but did watch it on TV. Man, if you thought Norman was tipsy during election coverage your should hear him on parade duty. Even though the best line of the night was delivered by his collegue who said, “I never knew Godzilla had such a tiny head!”
– Lundi Gras was spent costume making and Orpheus watching. Great, great parade. It’s one of my favorites. Love that train and it’s nice to have lady riders so I can get some throws like all the ladies do.
– Woke up around 8:30 on Fat Tuesday got dressed in my Hugging Molly costume and was on the ferry by 10:30. Missed Rex and Zulu again and that makes it 11 Mardi Gras without them.
– Began on Canal, worked our way up Chartres, then Royal, then Jackson Square, down Royal, over into the Marigny, around Frenchmen, over to the R Bar, back down Decatur to Jackson Square and into Pirate’s Alley, over to the Moonwalk, fell, got up, made it to the ferry, ate a burger and walked home.
– I drank all the Indians in the “yellow thing”and bought several beers as well.
– I dodged a large hole in my path around the Marigny then heard beer and bodies hitting the ground behind me as members of my party fell in.
– I saw a real live Vic and Natly.
– “Guy Shaving” was out again this year.
– I fell on the moonwalk. My foot stepped off the walk and I “overcorrected” and, ever-so-gently, collapsed.
– Even though I was very tore-out-the-frame and wearing a long white cloak, I was not shot or robbed on my walk home.
– My Hugging Molly costume was a success and I hugged many unsuspecting victims all day.
– I saw one penis, four boobies and an assload of asses.
– A map of our traipse is below…
Oh, and I meant to add that I walked from the ferry to Jackson Square and from Bourbon/St Ann to ferry by myself and didn’t feel at all in danger.
as a lover of of new orleans’ history, i must applaud the hugging molly costume. if i had known and been well, i would have accompanied you as either the axe man or one of the needle men.
I may go as a needle man next year to complete my “folk legend” trilogy. I did the Axeman last year. Or maybe I’ll go as Gown Man. Or maybe Jack the Clipper. Or maybe Domino Man.
Wow your traipse looks a LOT like mine. Like exactly, without all the Wbank stuff.
I thought about putting asterisks where beers were drank but I lost count after a while…
i didn’t manage to get a shoe, but i was pretty stoked to get an oyster shell. my advice? show some skin.