Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Happy Mardi Gras!


How uncool of me to forget! This is the pic you get, because in case anybody has this quaint idea of ambling around the French Quarter w/ a drink and getting drunker people to give you their beads because you are too lazy to try to catch stuff as parades for yourself and the guys on Bourbon street usually have cooler stuff than they give away on floats anyway... well yeah that's about right.


In case you wondering, no I have never flashed and I don't see myself ever doing it. Why? This girl is of the opinion that mine are too pretty for Bourbon Street and worth way more than plastic beads. Plus with camara phones and recording devices and lack of reasonable expectation of privacy, no ma'am. no.


It is a pretty cool party. Not so enthused this year. Just wasn't that in to it. I guess if I had visiting atty to shove into random tourists that would have made it more fun :)


Lemon went to his very 1st ball last night. For Orpheus. For those of you that do not know... the parades (in n.o. they are HUGE) are done by "krewes" or modern day equivalent- "social clubs" and you pay to be a member. They have a ball ususally the night before the parade they put on, or like a week before. Not all of them are formal but most are. Members each put a float together, you hire a driver and you and your friends get trashed while being driven around on a wobbly rickety float and you get to chuck beads and cheap toys and candy at people. It is a huge blur, but so fun. People lose their freakin minds for this stuff. My girlfriends laugh at me because I bet better beads... and as I mentioned, I don't show sh*t.


But today I am at work. I could have had the bird flu, but I really was just not that into it. In other news, Shy is back from Vegas, and he's over being mad for nothing. and really, why would he be mad at me? I'm me, duh.
However, considering how racist he is (no matter how much he tries to hide) he's going to lose his cookies. Apparently Bama has seen fit to tell Pseudo-Daydream how much he likes me and for how long. P-Day (ha! I like) asks David's Bunny why P-Day didn't get invited out (D-B and I went out a couple of weeks ago and ran into Bama, Bama stayed with us for a while, we saw other people who work out at our gym and controversy is about to ensue- especially since Bama has the mouth of a girl) Bama is rallying hard for a get together. I still like Dream-Killers Friend for Bunny.

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