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Since we won’t be getting ashes on our foreheads today, I instead lay in bed at 1 am putting together the various pieces of Mardi Gras – standing on the corner of Mimi’s as we began our day yesterday I had all the memories of years passed, meeting T, bringing T2 out for his first Mardi Gras and our first family costuming and as I looked around and saw friends and strangers dressed in every imaginable costume with huge smiles on their faces and listened to the marching bands striking up impromptu, I thought again as I have many times in my life – everywhere else it is only Tuesday.

This year Tin was the Prince and we, his exotic animals.

We ran into a friend wearing the mask of the person who shall not be named asking for votes because the world is going to end anyway.

This guy from Boston wanted to join our party.

Here are twin girls who had the same tee shirt on as Tin did under his Prince jacket.

BP managed to harm even the little children of our fair city.

Here is where Tin got in the groove of Mardi Gras and let his freak flag show.

Even Tin’s nanny was out and about.

We ran into friends who were cows – The Cow That Jumped Over the Moon and Cash Cow – before leaving the Marigny.

We ran into friends all along the way as we rolled into the Quarter.

Here is Plastic Fantastic looking pretty swell.

Then we turned to watch St. Anne bringing up the rear.

A respite at a friend’s courtyard in the Quarter on the way.

Ending up at the Monteleone but couldn’t go in because we had a baby on our back.

Ended up where it all began seeing our neighbors set up and then right as we made our way back out of the Quarter we ran smack into the marching Christians with their bullhorns and nasty signs. But that was whatever, until a tall one hit Tatjana’s hat off her head and she punched him. I then confronted the whole group to get the hat back, and as I stopped their nasty procession, people were coming up to me to tell me to let them through so they would get out of there, and I said I just wanted my girlfriend’s hat back. So we were able to finally get it and order was restored to our chaos.

And at the end of the day, a good time was had by all and another Mardi Gras has passed, and so starts Trash Wednesday – getting rid of the debris.

I can’t stand the rain against my window. It’s Fat Tuesday for goodness sakes – rain rain go away. More previews of coming attractions.

No she is not a Croatian folk dancer, she is a flamingo in the making. But Tin couldn’t stand her getting all the camera attention so he wanted up on the stage too!

The Loup Garou parade arrived about an hour later than dusk but not without a lot of fanfare – it was dark on the bayou with only the streetlights and porch lights reflecting in the water – and each canoe was filled to the brim with musicians. Tin especially like the canoe that looked like it might take on water as it was laden with a tuba and player among other musicians and instruments. Happy Lundi Gras – we watched as fireworks exploded over the Mighty Mississippi.

The Krewe de Loup Garou is parading on boats down the bayou at dusk and will be stopping right across from us to have their after party. Happy Lundi Gras.

Next up: Geaux Gay! – Historian of Gay New Orleans Frank Perez, kick-ass gay mom Rachel Dangermond, and pop stars Frank Jones and Karen Wallace from Jean-Eric.

Here’s a shout out to WWOZ – if you are not tuned to OZ today, yesterday and tomorrow then you are missing out on some of the best music you will ever hear in your life – stream it, turn to it on the dial 90.7 FM, just listen to the music – it blows my mind.

Was listening to an interview with Bo Dollis & the Wild Magnolias about how they came about writing and performing the song Honda Wanda – well you know there were those cars Hondas everywhere and well, it rhymes with Wanda, and since we’ve been performing this song in some variation since the beginning of time, it just all came together with one take.

Go here and click stream now.

One of Roy the Pimp’s ho’s – this is fire ho

Still working this one out for myself – had to bring in the coat hanger to get some lift on the ears:

Fat Tuesday tomorrow and we are all geared up here with costumes and provisions and a plan – we’d like to hit the Backstreet Cultural Museum early and depending on how early we get down to Esplanade, we’ll just see how it all goes but the goal is Mimi’s in the Marigny at around 10ish to catch St. Anne and follow them into the Quarter down to Canal Street – see you there my friends.

Societé de Saint Anne
Founded: 1969
Usually starts at Bud Rips in Bywater Piety and Burgundy at 10:00a.m.
The Society of Saint Anne is a New Orleans Mardi Gras marching krewe that parades each Mardi Gras Day. The Society was founded in 1969. Known for the very elaborate and beautiful costumes of its members, the core group gathers in the Bywater neighborhood of New Orleans each Mardi Gras morning, with the Storyville Stompers brass band providing the music. As they pass through the Faubourg Marigny and French Quarter, additional costumed marchers join the parade at various coffee-shops and bars along the route. The marches continue to Canal Street to watch the Rex Parade, then return into the French Quarter. Usually starts at Bud Rips in Bywater Piety and Burgundy at 10:00a.m.
http://www.kreweofsaintanne.org/

Well this is an historic Mardi Gras for sure – Endymion rolling behind Bacchus – two of the largest super krewe parades that are long enough solo. Now because this is the latest Mardi Gras has been in 150 years, we are having record breaking crowds and that is NO LIE MY FRIEND – I could barely get out of the gym this afternoon when a parade erupted down Esplanade Avenue and T got stuck uptown – people have come to party and they are taking the whole thing very seriously.

My brother very much does not like that I named Loca. She will live up to it, but I insist she is loca from birth. She happens to be a smart dog with a little problem – she swallowed nine million milligrams of speed as a puppy or so we think. She’s a clown but no more so than Jim Belushi or Robin Williams, who are (were) hard to live with as well. But as of this week, I’m no longer in denial about our animal problem – walking Loca and Heidi is just too much for me. Loca’s nervous energy sends a signal to Heidi, the protector, and then the two of them are impossible to handle.

So now I walk Loca solo and Heidi gets her walk by T later in the morning. It is what it is. Sometimes you have to call a spade a spade or a loca a loca and just do what you gotta do.