|at the Bal d'Amour on Valentines day|
|chalkboard at a parade route restaurant|
|a guillotine marching group at the Krewe of Nyx|
|Shrimp and Grits float parked in front of us for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold|
|Cute king on the telephone pole in Riverbend|
|Still life with my costume.|
So it's a miserable freezing rainy day here this Mardi Gras. Damn you, global warming! Despite a valiant attempt on my part to get to Mr. Peenee in his posh underground lair in the French Quarter, I failed. ahem The parking gods were not with me. I'm not sure I'd have been able to get through his phalanx of houseboys, anyway.....but I was hoping to try. My white stockings were soaked in the attempt. I looked like a drowned ostrich. Alas.
But there's always next year, right? Meanwhile, Happy Mardi Gras y'all!