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mardi gras

Mardi Gras is a big deal for towns with French names.

The tradition pretty much stays the same from year to year – but the weather and the tag-alongs change… This year it was beloved Fagglings: Dustin and Jason.  dustin wearing a very silly hat

Hit JJ’s and have bloody marys while waiting for the Soulard Shuttle.

Took the shuttle – a school buss this time installed with what seemed to be anti-shocks… That or mischevious driver who knew exactly where to  speed up to get folks in the back airborne.

Made a B-Line straight to Janet’s party. (My print vendor of a decade plus who has a huge back yard, a porta-potty, free beer and good cajun inspired eats.

Swam into the masses to find Mikey who was stuck working at the coffee garden’sbeer booth.

Waled back hypnotized by the masses of drunk people… Think people watching on steroids *and* mushrooms.

Pop-in on Matt & Dennis, who used to have a big party, but now just lord over their backyard and leer at the drunk kids stagger by.

Mike working at the Soulard Coffee Garden booth

Return to Janet’s for more eats and socializing around the fire.

Catch the shuttle back to JJ’s… It was rougher on the way back.

Mill about at JJ’s for a round.

Home by 4pm for a huge nap followed by pizza and cheesy sci-fi.




Good morning….. (*yeah – I know – it’s 7).

We went to the JJ”s party last night…

had a great time…

had a lot to drink.

had to crawl my sorry ass up early and go to a day-long Photoshop workshop.

had to wonder how in the hell I could party like that and go to school the following day in the past.

had I planned better – I’d have another sentence starting with had here.

My trick-shoulder is acting up… don’t know if I set it off by sleeping on it wierd, lifiting too many gin-n-tonics or bear hugging partially naked lumberjacks all night.

right – getting a glass of H20 and crawling into the sofa…. Chad’s in simlar shape…. Kalzy is preparing a large vat of chicken noodle soup.

*pur noise*

meeting mary

The weather went to hell on Saturday for Mardi Gras….

We stood in the parking lot of JJ’s waiting for the Soulard shuttle in the howling 11 degree winds for about… ummmm… 3 minutes…

This would be the first time in six years that we’d miss the party.

To compensate we just went into the bar where the local bear club was doing their charity bartender thing.

We weren’t the only ones passing on the arctic parade and every passing shuttle cycle brought more wind-burned folks into the bar.

We wound up hanging out a lot longer than we expected we would.

Leery of getting messy drunk – I opted to try drinking the Bloody Mary special they were serving… I’d never drank one before and it had a bunch of food in it so I thought it would be better than drinking the Hurricane stuff.

My theory was somewhat right… While my underwear didn’t wind up in one of the ceiling fans, I still had a slight headache later that night when we got home.

Regardless – I’m now a fan of the Bloody Mary.

We met some new fun folks from out of town… saw old friends… got our shirts talked off… umm… that’s about it

So it wasn’t a total loss… It was still the cathartic outburst and cry for Spring to come that Mardi Gras is….

… well… for us at least.

different deal for Catholics…

which.. oooops..