As I mentioned on Sunday, today is Mardi Gras Day – the pinnacle of the Big Easy's festive, pre-Lent season – a day filled with music, mirth, masquerades, and madness. I thought it might be fun if we all headed down to New Orleans – for a Mardi Gras celebration of our own. I've brought enough king cake for everyone. So, who's joining me in the French Quarter? I'll be the one wearing the sorceress get-up and shouting, “Happy Mardi Gras!” at the top of my lungs!
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Wow. Just... wow.
Keep it in your pants, mate. Oy, it's like you've never seen a woman before.
I just haven't seen so much...of one...in awhile. And not so much of so many, like, ever.
You'll fit in just fine since you seem to've forgotten your shirt again.
I say, this blue punch in this Styrofoam cup is...interesting.
It's like a vodka slushie. It ROCKS. Where's Aidan gotten to? And do we have a meeting place to catch the others?
I mean, duh. Where's Kaelin gotten to.
I think that's enough slushie for you, mate.
Wha? We're twinsth. I got usth mixthd up.
Hey, am i ever glad to see you guys! It was kinda scary fighting my way through this mob. I got kissed twice, and offered I don't know how many free drinks.
Wow, Aidan, you really look ripped. no shirt and all.
Where's Laura? I really want some of that king cake, whatever it is. And that blue drink looks cool.
I love the music! Whee!
Thanks Candy, wooot!
Snort. We've found Kaelin. He seems quite... popular. Wait until Aidan...whoa, mate, wait for me!
Jason, brighten up. He's having fun for once. The lad seems to really like his jazz.
I'd be brighter if I wasn't wearing his last blue slushie.
Hullo, Candy. Beautiful as always. No wonder the lads are all over you.
There's Laura! Where's the cake? Wonder if people ate it already!
Sorry, guys. You'd think that, living here, I'd know how to fight my way through a crowd, but on Mardi Gras Day, all bets are off.
Anyway, I'm so glad that you guys made it! I still have plenty of king cake. So, pass the slices around! I bet they'll taste good with the blue vodka slushie. Just be careful of the baby inside... don't want to chip a tooth.
Thanks for inviting us to the party, author o' mine! Even though I grew up in the South, I've only been to Mardi Gras a couple times with my stepmom. So, this is a real eye-opener, to say the least!
Course, I'm not sure Indy's having a good time, what with all these crazy drunk people...
What, are you kidding? This is fascinating!
Hello, everyone! I seem to fit right in. I don't even need a costume, other than this little feathered mask. My gown fits right in.
Hi Candy, Hi Nutmeg, Hi Laura!
Guess what I have? A hurricane. I understand that some magician here can put a storm into a glass. I had no idea that they were pink.
In any case, it's quite delicious. Have you ever seen a hurricane, Aidan.
Oh, I forgot. Someone told me that you're not supposed to mention hurricanes down here. Then why do they sell them on the street?
I must say, this is all quite confusing.
Yes, Marenya, New Orleans is nothing if not puzzling. But don't worry about the inconsistencies - just go with it! Cheers!
You ffffit in great, Marenya!
I've had sevvveral hurricannesss myselfff. They'rrrre greaaat!
Doesn't anyone sleep around here? Not that I'm tired, well not much, anyway.
Hey Laura, what do you mean about the baby in the cake? I was just about to take a big bite and you scared me. Actually it was so good I couldn't resist so
nibbled carefully.
Marenya, you look terrific. wish I had a mask like that. If I did I wouldn't have to be me here, would I!
Let's dance!
Well, Candy, some people do sleep around here, but the hubby and I haven't met any of them yet. And especially not on Mardi Gras...
As for a mask, there are plenty around. In fact, I have a few spare ones you can borrow! I am a New Orleanian, after all.
Also, while the theories differ as to why there's a "baby" in the king cake, there's no need to worry. It's usually just a small plastic baby - and if you get it, you have to buy the next king cake!
Argh, my head...
Bleh.
Great post and comments! lol Happy (belated) Mardi Gras! Hope you had a good celebration! I'm recuperating, today!
Sorry, Aidan. A funky head is an unfortunate side effect of all-night fun in New Orleans.
That was just a sleepy moan. The lad's been out since we got on the plane to come home this morning.
And he deserves it, as well.
Many thanks for a fun evening, Laura.
Thanks for the kind words, Marguerite. Happy Belated Mardi Gras to you, too! Hope you had a good time yesterday, though given the need to recuperate, it sounds like you did. LOL!
Ah, glad to hear it, Marc. Hope you all recover nicely. And you're so welcome for the fun - goodness knows, I needed it, too!
Interestingly enough, I went for coffee today and heard one of the other customers talking about being in New Orleans for Mardi Gras last week. She said it was so crazy she couldn't even describe it.
The funny thing was the port-o-johns. She said that some were free, some charged a dollar. Some had a sign that said, 'Yes, it costs a dollar to use this, but it's $399 less than bail."
That's hilarious, Christine, and so true! Now, you understand why it pays to have an apartment in the Quarter!
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