Everywhere else it is just Tuesday
We woke this morning on Mardi Gras day and we had our MG plan intact. I sewed the hay in the costume last night so that I could be the Scarecrow instead of sexy Dorothy because it was frigid cold (50s – ha!) and then we set about getting the TinMan ready for his first Mardi Gras. We were outfitted with bottles, wipes, diapers, sandwiches, extra clothes, water, sippy cup, you name it, we were ready. And it turned out to be a glorious day. We parked at Doerr’s on Elysian Fields paying the $25, what the hell, it’s Mardi Gras right? And then we suited up and headed to Mimi’s to catch St. Ann.
In front of Mimi’s as always was the best group of costumes you’ll see anywhere in town. There was Studio 504 on wheels and we all lined danced to disco tunes as we waited for St. Ann to come. We caught up with our Real Wives of the Who Dat Nation following St. Ann into the Quarter:
We got ahead of the parade and stopped in front of R Bar and watched St. Ann come down the street and posed for our now celebratory Mardi Gras day kiss photo – it is after all our anniversary and third Mardi Gras together – first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes T&R with the baby carriage:
Then we meandered to Jackson Square and gave Tin his noon bottle and had ourselves a nice picnic lunch. The theme for most everyone was Black and Gold for sure this year but there was every costume imaginable:
We ran into Roy and Andree with their tribe. Every year they make some of the most irreverent inspired costumes around – this year they were the Gratefully Dead and all were dead celebrities. The coffin on wheels was Roy’s cart this year – last year the cart was a drugstore, the year before a plane. You never know what is going to roll out of the garage Mardi Gras day – it’s all top secret:
And then we made our way back to the Marigny and stopped for a beer at the Brasserie, as I sat there in the window drinking an ice cold Peroni on tap, I looked outside to see a bed being wheeled by with Senator Mary Landrieu written on the headboard and a woman curled up under the sheets, two hillbillies with real chickens on their shoulders sat at the table right outside the window, and a group of horse people galloped by, and Tin was sound asleep in his Ergobaby and T and I looked at each other and said, “We passed us a good time.”