Mardi Gras Hangover
This year Mardi Gras came early – it was the third consecutive Mardi Gras I’ve been to since leaving for California in 1990. I came out in ’05 before moving here late May the same year.
2008 was a great Fat Tuesday – my band of angels were the perfect companions to travel the streets with and negotiate a crowd.
I wasn’t ready for Mardi Gras this year – it was coming too early and I had just recovered from a holiday season that bar none beat every holiday season thus far (but was exhausting in its revelry) and then the Puerto Rico trip came suddenly and with San Sebastian Festival happening and friends here and there to dance with, well, again there I was, so I came home thinking, Mardi Gras, so soon?
I wearily went to see Muses even after it was changed to Friday and then for Endymion, I was still looking for my groove but on Fat Tuesday morning, I found it lickety split and hit the ground running. Maybe it was the primer the day before with the second line impromptu in front of the Mother in Law lounge, maybe it was Ivette dancing on the front porch as if it were her stage and the bayou her adoring fans the night before, maybe it was all the champagne before 10AM, or, who knows, maybe it was my MGS – hard to say – I’m digging this reinvention of the holidays I got going on here – u heard?
But now there is the post-MG realization that it’s over and wont come again till next year and that Jazz Fest is a ways a way and so it’s nose to the grindstone, tuck the wigs back in their boxes, black and white takes over from the purple, green and gold, and there is no real reason to be drinking a daiquiri before 10AM. Sigh. Big sigh.