It really is true
Yesterday, we took our guests to see Panorama Jazz Band playing at the Spotted Cat. Tin brought his “trombone” (a drumstick and the xylophone stick) and put on a first class performance. It’s almost worrisome the concentration he has and adoration for certain musicians (he followed Ben Schenck around like a puppy).
After the first set, we stayed for one waltz and then came home to change into our costumes to head to the Pussyfooters’ Blush Ball and blush you would because as our friend from Seattle said, he hadn’t seen so many woman, half naked, in one room possibly ever. Given the same event (unlikely in Seattle, he said, but just go with it), there would be a bias towards men, gay men, and that’s that. And Big Sam’s Funky Nation was right on beat to rock the crowd and get them going.
I was able to drag out my Barbie outfit for one more ride and it’s definitely possible I had the best outfit there. Thanks Cree McCree for making a divine hat and thanks Macy’s for carrying that godawful but wonderfully sparkly pink gown.
At the end of the day, our friends from Seattle were so impressed by their day walking through the Garden District, eating at the Butcher, hearing Panorama at the Spotted Cat, and then going to a Mardi Gras ball with half naked hotties. They kept looking at us as if to say, “Was that fantastic or do you do this all the time?”
All the time.