Mardi Gras pro-tip: It’s a marathon, not a sprint. This morning on my way IN to work at 5:30am, I saw 2 (separate) girls crying in front of bars. Bless their hearts.
Krewe du Vieux in a nutshell: Fuck you, Roger Goodell. Fuck you, (some)Times Picayune. PENISES!
Krewe du Vieux, the most non-family friendly parade we have, is often seen as the “real” start of Mardi Gras. It is raunchy, satirical, and full of debauchery and revelry. This year did not disappoint.
Happy Mardi Gras, y’all!
It was actually the day after Mardi Gras last year, depressed all day living elsewhere, that I decided it was time to actively start thinking about moving to New Orleans. Exactly one month later, I packed up my moving truck and hit the road. Hard to believe I have been here almost a year.
Mardi Gras literally changed my life.
The streets are clean(ish), the beads are bagged up, and my tutu is retired. To be honest, after 3 weeks of Carnival, I am ready for real life to start again. I am sure I will regret saying that in 3 weeks, but right now I need the rest. And to wear real clothes again. And be able to get to and from work without a parade blocking the way.*
Mardi Gras 2012, you rocked my world.
*living on the parade route is fun, but means that your entire life must completely stop for the last week of Mardi Gras.
Gotta start ‘em young. My niece, all decked out for parades. I can’t handle that cute.
Photo by Carrie.
Tonight is the last night I will not have someone/many someone’s sleeping on my floor, bed and couch for a week. I have 2 sets of family, 2 friends from Birmingham, and my college best friend and her fiance all coming into town this weekend(family is staying elsewhere). Oh, and Lundy Gras is my grandmother’s 80th Birthday, and Mardi Gras (to be known as Birthday Gras this year) is bestie’s Birthday. Did I mention I live on the parade route so will have a rotating cast of people in and out to use the bathroom and fridge?
I am already exhausted. This is going to be epic.