Their Parting Gifts

David Bowie got me through Mardi Gras. He did this, inadvertently, by up and passing away in early January this year. I found out on a Monday morning after the day it happened, groggy on the porch, waking up to a new day and a new week. I read it on Facebook. It devastated me….

Katrina: The Big One-Oh

Saturday mornings are a quiet realm in my neighborhood. Well, early Saturday mornings are. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. today and couldn’t go back to sleep, so I’ve been porch-dwelling for an hour inside this cocoon of silence. Watched the sun rise from behind the Bald Cypruss tree that has, now, swallowed my front…

Mardi Gras Part 1: Delusional!

Well, hello there world! Greetings from the other side of Mardi Gras. I am laughing so hard right now at my first Mardi Gras post of the year, whereupon I shared my excitement and overwhelmedness about being busy preparing for my FIRST EVER PARADE. I’m not laughing because it was ridiculous or otherwise laughable. I’m…

Whereupon It All BEGINS

Hail! The Twelve Days of Christmas have come and gone, and upon that Partridge’s last resounding squawk from the boughs of its Pear Tree, Twelfth Night emerged upon us and, at long LAST, that most glorious of seasons began, the season that inspires one to truly and fully realize what a delightfully weird and incredible…

Winter Blush

MAN, was it cold last Friday night. I’m talking go-outside-and-instantly-lose-feeling-in-your-hands cold. Bitter-damp-wind-swirling-off-the-river-soaking-into-your-bones-and-soul COLD! But when J and I walked into Generations Hall at 9:00 that night, I warmed right up, inside and out. It was that time of year again! Time to Blush with the Pussyfooters, at Blush Ball 2015. It’s funny – last year,…

Halfway to Mardi Gras

When I last left my fearless reader, I was suddenly approached with a Decision. To go to a parade, or to (gasp!) miss a parade?  What a cliffhanger. J and I mulled it over for about 20 minutes (maybe half an hour) before making our final decision. We had already programmed ourselves into the mindset…

The Fine China

My lips have not graced the smooth cool rim of an actual glass while drinking a beverage in a very long time.  Since Mardi Gras, in fact. Well, save for the occasional cup of hot tea, or coffee, which is a fairly rare occurrence between late May and sometime in mid-October. See, not only was…

We Let Those Bon Temps Rouler!

And good lawd did it wear us out!  J and I live four blocks from St. Charles, so we leapt quite zealously into parade season, with the strong goal of Seeing Every Parade that Passes By For the Next Two Weeks. We almost made it.  By d’Etat Friday, we had to take the night off. …

Parade Daze

Well, the Daze hasn’t started JUST yet.  As the old song goes, “We’ve only just beguuuuun…”   It’s parade time, y’all!  I’ve been waiting for this since about a month after Mardi Gras last year, after I’d had some time to recoup.  I love Carnival season.  I love how, starting at Twelfth Night, it just starts…