Friday: Hermes, Krewe d'Etat, Morpheus, and Muses
All in all, a good beginning. It was a little cold, but oh well. I want to be in Muses like you wouldn't believe, I'd totally commit a crime to become a Bearded Oyster. We had a bigger group than the rest of Mardi Gras (evidently, there are only so many badasses among my friends). Two of us got Shoes (if you don't get it now, you probably never will). Went to bed early in preparation for.....
Saturday: Endymion
Never again. I'm so over Mid-City parades, it's not even funny. And this is the only one I've ever been to. There was some fun to be had; evidently I reached the level of intoxication where dancing with the Marine Corps seems like a good idea. (cringes). However, it's a completely different vibe from Uptown. And my brother's girlfriend got her ass beat by the Mardi Gras Mash daiquiris. So then my friend and I had to carry the way-freaking-heavy cooler of beer 2 miles down the parade route with her to get her home. Then we got lost walking back and had to get directions from Drunken-Cajun-Guy-who-Wanted-to-Rape-Us ("my dog's name is Hombre del Mundo - that means Man of the World"). We walked through the neutral ground (which we lovingly nicknamed Sarajevo because it was completely covered with beads and beer and look disgusting). Then we waited on our street corner for 1.5 hours to get picked up because traffic was insane. We had guys coming up and asking us "hey, hey, how's your mom 'n them?", we got asked if we wanted to get high (it was so after school special, it is not even funny), and we heard a cop say to another "I like your style, O'Brien." So, it wasn't too too tedious. But, never again.
Sunday: Okeanos, Thoth, Mid-City, Bacchus
We got out there at 8 and stayed until about 7:30. Got lots of beads, made some friends, listened to some crappy spanish music, saw A GRANDMOTHER'S T-STRING SEVERAL TIMES, polished off more daiquiris, and got pictures of my little brother in yellow lace panties. And saw Hulk Hogan! Who throws like a girl! Beginning to get tired, but still going strong. Went to watch the super bowl afterwards.
Monday: Proteus and Orpheus
We were lame and stayed home and slept. Was for the best, but am still embarrassed by this fact. We missed Salt n' Pepa.
and finally, Tuesday: Zulu and Rex
We were on the street at 5 am. Let me repeat this, we got up, got dressed, met up, and drove down to be there for 5 am. Still not sure how we did it. Almost got in a fight with a couple of mail order brides (we were totally in the right), got our neighbors addicted to a REALLY shitty romance novel (like unreadable unless you're drunk), CAUGHT 3 COCONUTS (again, if you don't get it, you never will). Rex was good too, next year we go in costume. Locked the keys in the trunk, so I ended up reading Property on a curb while we waited for AAA for an hour. But it actually wasn't that bad.
So to sum it up: 4 really kickass days, 2 shoes, 3 coconuts, 0 fights, 1 appearance by AAA and 1 year until the next one.
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