The holiday of Mardi Gras is really perfectly planned; by the time Ash Wednesday roles around the last thing anyone wants is to party. What a great way to force such a decadent city into atonement. This year couldn't have ended sooner for me, I went home immediately after Zulu and slept, ate, and watched Gossip Girl (a different kind of indulgence). Christian partied on for us though, and was able to make it past the 12 am threshold. Aside from the parades and parties, we also had one of our college best friends and C's best man in town from NYC. Here's how the party went:
Thursday: Muses Parade, Uptown
Friday: We did nothing!
Saturday: Endymion Parade, Midcity
Sunday: greeted Rabb and walked around the Quarter
Lundi Gras: Shrimp Boil and Orpheus Parade in the CBD
Mardi Gras: St. Anne's in the Marigny and Zulu in the Treme
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| see the coconut falling? These are the cherished throw from Zulu |
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| Ed Reed, riding the Superbowl float in Zulu |
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