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| My little front door. |
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| at the Bal d'Amour on Valentines day |
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| chalkboard at a parade route restaurant |
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| a guillotine marching group at the Krewe of Nyx |
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| Shrimp and Grits float parked in front of us for what seemed like hours in the freezing cold |
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| Cute king on the telephone pole in Riverbend |
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| 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!
5 comments:
"I looked like a drowned ostrich."
Isn't that how everybody looks after Mardi Gras?
Now it's time to fist... er... I mean to FAST!
I attended Saturdays parade here locally. I actually got sunburned! I was in Mobile for Joe Cain day and watched some of the parade in Mobile today on the TV. It was 34 degrees with slight rain. The news kept jumping to live coverage of New Orleans...girl...that was sad. Nothing worse than a rained out Mardi Gras parade melting into the dirty streets.
Happy Mardi Gras!
What a shame. I love your festive door, but that king on the telephone pole would make me wanna play pin the dick on the king!
would you have been the first drowned
ostrich peenee had opened his door to?
we've been frozen and wet at mardi gras so many times! not witty enough for that to mean anything sexual - love your blog xoxo
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