More previews of coming attractions
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:
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.…
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…
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…
Was speaking to someone this morning who is healing from an operation and declared they are down to one crutch today. I decided that would be my mantra for Mardi Gras – only one crutch. For all the medical professionals who would like to see me on anti-depressants, and all my pot smoking friends who don’t understand why I take a pass most of the time, alcohol remains my last crutch – on Fat Tuesday…
Today with five parties to go to on the parade route and Endymion rolling behind Bacchus for the super duper mega krewe parade of the century – we stayed home. I walked around the neighborhood and checked out friends and their costume making – the cows are coming along down the street, the ho’s are getting it together and the pimp mobile was getting some finishing touches. Yes, it’s Mardi Gras, but damn if I…
Well our small little fiesta for Tin’s 2 year old birthday turned into an all day event complete with thunderstorms, balloons, a guy who manned a hot dog cart and a saxophone, not to mention cupcakes up the wazoo and kids galore. Late in the day when I walked into Tin’s room with every toy and piece of toy he owns littered across the floor and saw four kids jumping on the bed, I saw…
John Haines died today. He lived a life in the wild, an idea that is always on the come in my mind. Haines, vaya con dios, our world does not need another dead poet, we beg for a world where poets are always being born. POEM Notes on the Capitalist Persuasion by John Haines I “Everything is connected to everything…” So runs the executive saw, cutting both ways on the theme of all improvement: Your…
The bizarre crowd that gathers from other places every year and makes us residents want to stay inside are now going to have to gather all their belongings and head uptown to follow Endymion. It’s following Bacchus. So the two mega float mega parades are back to back – gadzooks that will make for some kind of Sunday. The birds are singing this morning as Cabrini bells are chiming 6 AM – wake up, wake…
So Tin’s 2 year old kiddie pool party might end up being swimming pools filled with Mardi Gras beads as parades are already canceling for Saturday’s line up because thunderstorms are threatening the party. Endymion is still debating rolling on Sunday instead, but hasn’t decided yet. Isis fled to Metairie for Sunday. It is what it is.