I was not going to go out on Mardi Gras day. There is a tradition here that everyone wears a costume, weird or sexy or whatever, and walks to the Marigny and the French Quarter neighborhoods. From our house to the R Bar in the Marigny is 4.2 miles and an hour-and-23-minute walk according to Google Maps.
Since Elbow threw the male equivalent of a hissy fit when I said I wasn't wearing a costume or schlepping it to the Quarter, I woke up at 7:23 a.m. yesterday, put on sparkly tights and jorts and poured myself some cheap sparkling wine. Aaah, drunk people are so funny in the morning.
First stop was to our friend's St. Charles Avenue place to meet the Louisiana Festival Queens. Here they are in all their glory. There were supposed to be more of them but some must have needed extra beauty sleep.
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| So I totally don't fit in this picture, but see how I instinctively knew to bend one knee? |
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We met up with a small group and hitched a ride in the back of G's truck, which he parked . . . somewhere. I hope he found it. But we don't know because at 3 pm, Elbow abruptly decided he'd had enough. We had to leave behind the fun and the Tex Mex tacos I had ordered and already paid for.
Here's a snapshot of the day, plus a bonus from Sunday morning. You have to see what this lady caught. And on the Lord's day! For shame.
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| View of St. Charles Avenue |
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| The crowd at the R bar |
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| The Kiss in real time |
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| 2 dudes |
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| Trippy | |
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| Pretty Good |
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| Waiting for the tacos that never came |
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| These 2 were almost nekked |
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| Like the Wizard of Oz, but more enthralling |
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| What's it going to say?!? |
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| Bourbon Street |
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| Dancing Girls |
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| Is that Franco Harris? |
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| Hail the King |
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| You get bum and belly in this one |
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| Again, weird |
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| Peacock |
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| Purple Drink |
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| The coveted peepee beads |
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