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Well it seems all good things must come to an end or at least that is the theme playing out in my head right now. My laptop died and I had to get a new one. My airport router died and I had to get a new one. My external hard disk drive died and I had to get a new one. Yesterday my printer died and I had to get a new one. I…
Last night, I slept like a baby and dreamed of my past lives, one where Arlene scampered from room to room with her plush toys.
Squirrel Truthfully, I ruminated when I came down from the tree. Had sorrow made me say all these things? Had someone been with me, they would say at once that I was ‘deeply wounded.’ I would like to show them the squirrel that flickers in and out of sight, small as a crumb but still able to animate the dark forest. Her soul is surely the picture of this tranquil elation that quivers and rests…
Now that the costume is filthy and ready to be put up for repurposing, and my outer thighs are tight as a rubberband from carrying Tin (approximately 26 lbs) in his pack as we walked up and down the Quarter, and my face is still suffering from the overload of makeup – I’m here to tell you it’s done. And in sum, as much as goes with it every year, Mardi Gras is a perfect…
On Lundi Gras, at the gym, a woman took a sip out of her water bottle and spit it out – “Damn, I forgot I had cranberry and vodka in here last night.”
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…
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…
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.