Mardi Maigre

My past few Mardi Gras have, sadly, been washouts. 
It seems to always be freezing rain. What's up with that?
The last time I made an effort to dress up, I traipsed through the pouring rain to get from Bywater to the French Quarter to meet Mr. Peenee.
Never did make it all the way.  Lost an ostrich plume somewhere on Frenchman St.
I was dressed in gold lame and pearls as Gloria Swanson. a Venetian dandy.
I still haven't gotten my tights clean.

This year, the weather was beyond perfect, so I had no excuse whatsoever.
But I couldn't muster the energy, mental or otherwise.  I'm not sure why.
I tried to take myself to a movie, but there was nothing to see.
So I stayed in bed and read.

Last year, despite my general malaise, I ventured to my ex's annual (always amazing) Mardi Gras party.
I don't know what I was thinking.

I ended up (unexpectedly) meeting his new boyfriend,  in from Europe.
oops
It was all rather like landing on a landmine.

I didn't expect it, but I should not have been surprised. 
Anyway, I acquitted myself admirably all things considered.
I'm pretty good at things like that.

Unfortunately, he (the new boyfriend) turned out to be completely lovely.
I couldn't even hate him or anything. 
I chatted as amiably and nonchalantly as I could, and then I went home and had a good cry.

And a nap.
So lame.

This year, all things considered, I guess, was better.

happy ash wednesday!

Leave it to New Orleans:
Drive through daiquiris to
drive through ashes.

once upon a carnival

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discount corner

While shopping for beads the other day,
I happened upon the Confederate flag/Gay pride section.
Both on sale, half off.          I wonder why?  

Krewed

It's that time of the year...when giant penises parade though the streets.

Yes, it's the beginning of carnival already.

thought for the day...

random mardi gras randomness

My little front door. 

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!