Costuming is a big part of Mardi Gras and I always planned to make something spectacular, but I never got around to it and so would always just wind up pulling bits and pieces together that morning and wandering out of the house into the insanity. I can hear true Carnival fans grinding their teeth at this admission all the way from here, but I always figured a big part of my Mardi Gras celebration involved pulling my pants down, so I never wanted anything that would interfere with that. Most of my "costumes' were actually pretty disposable, which was a good thing considering how beat up they became. Case in point:
Here we have R Man and me on Mardi Gras morning, I think maybe the last year we lived in New Orleans. R Man looks irresistibly dapper in his Navy uniform, I look like I have fallen into a rag bag. My mother took this picture as I was standing there smiling sweetly and tripping like a million screaming monkeys. Who wouldn't miss that?
oh, I'd try to rub it in....having just come from a parade a few minutes ago...but there's no way I could even begin to compete with the utter fabulousness of that pic.
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Okay, I almost forgive you. What parade is tonight? Orpheus? Did they play "Bust Your Windows"?
ReplyDeleteI’m wandering off into the crowds of wild screaming monkeys as I type this...
ReplyDeleteTonight is Endymion....it's a few blocks from my home. It's insane out here right now.
ReplyDeleteSorry you can't join us! I'll be posting pictures soon.
ReplyDeleteMIss J's favorite creatures in the whole wide world: Pretty Gay Boys All Dressed Up for A Good Time. SO inspiring to the rest of us.
ReplyDeletelove that pic!!! you guys are fabulous!!!
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