Rolling Gospel She’s flashy in sequins and gold spandex, and fluffy in tutus. You can’t miss her when she rolls by you down the street. Her bicycle has a canopy with bible verses painted around the trim, and Mardi Gras beads swish and sway to her pedaling rhythm. Never seen with a dour face, she cycles with her own groove,…
Tag: New Orleans
The Way Home
For the past year (YEAR!), since J and I moved into our place and I commenced my commute to and from work via foot and streetcar, I’ve been keeping up a pretty stalwart gallery on Facebook called, “On the Way Home – a gallery for things I see on the way home from work.” A…
Spring Is Sproinging!
Winters here really aren’t that bad, considering where I came from. But, unlike last year, this one was miserable! I’m not sure if the winter was more harsh, or if I’ve adapted to the point of being a wimp. The Colorado Tribe (and fam in the North, etc.) can laugh all they want, but this winter…
Lee Circle, Up High
The circumstances that brought me into this situation were the surreal part of this whole experience. I’d been, essentially, air-dropped into New Orleans about 150 years into the future and, standing on the rotted wood of a porch on stilts, I decided to go for a walk. This splintered and unstable porch was attached to a shack. I…
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…
Batting and Catting: Comic Con, 2014
There is nothing that tells you you’re out of shape like waking up to a ridiculous amount of pain the morning after you’ve been Catwoman all day. All that crouching and prowling and prancing around on tiptoe in those heavy boots! Didn’t used to be that way, so now I know. Workouts commence come 5:00…
Hail Iris, 2014
Living here, you hear the phrase, “Steeped in New Orleans Tradition,” a lot. Just this Friday, I finally got to experience just what that phrase means. I found myself in the happy situation, about a month ago, of opening up my work email and seeing a message from the gal just down the hall from…
Stardust Soap Opera
Today I was caught cheating on a man with another man. I know, you say, “OH, the HUMANITY!” But when a girl needs her hair cut before an event, she goes to desperate measures. As a result, I now have two Hair Guys. Before Blush Ball, I was desperate for a cut. I was notified,…
Follow Your Crazy 