Category Archives: Mardi Gras
I think the real question is “Do you feel sexier now that bin Laden is dead?” A: Yes, 15% sexier.
Note: the beginning of this faux odyssey can be found here. Probably should start there so that these several posts below make any kind of sense. The obligatory stagger around metro New Orleans looking for an open pizza place, then … Continue reading
In an equally probable universe, instead of the F and M, if we hadn’t wanted to see so many lesbians, we would’ve gone to Carrollton Station. Legendary ex-home of the Chicken Drop. The problem with Carrollton, though, is that one … Continue reading
Our little lesbian bar. A good place to spend the time around midnight, when the drunk get hungry. The food is hot, and the lesbians hardly ever hassle us. Drew’s brother sometimes meets us here, because he likes the lesbians. … Continue reading
More beers, more talk, much sitting outside in the freezing cold. The Balcony is a nice place for a 45 minute sit in the winter. But we’d best have been moving on. Fly to the Map
Hardwood and beer. Here we would’ve drunk several more beers and smoked many cigarettes. The sunny day outside would turn to night. Eventually we’d feel the need to move on. Would we want excitement? Shmaybe, shmaybe not. One can never … Continue reading
Here is where we would’ve started out. Music Street, in a house much like this one, only woodier. Perhaps a beer or three, catching up, listening to a song or two on the stereo, planning the mission. The mission’s next … Continue reading
The Mardi Gras* that should’ve been. There are various sad reasons that Drew and I live in a world where we didn’t drink beer during Mardi Gras. It’s almost too painful to contemplate. But somewhere, in some alternate reality, we … Continue reading
Is it happening? I have scant trust that my emails are getting through to your new address. Beers during Mardi Gras! Beers during Mardi Gras! BEERS DURING MARDI GRAS! Oh, and happy birthday!