I guess if there were ever a time for me to start blogging regularly again... Mardi Gras would be the time...

Saturday night, I walked four blocks down the street and watched Sparta and Pegasus with my new next door neighbors (whose names I can't remember and am too embarrassed to ask...). We froze our asses off in pretty strong winds, but had a decent enuff time. They weren't the most exciting parades ever... but there were beads and doubloons flying through the air and a good bit of merriment in the air...

I got up early yesterday and discovered that the weather had taken a turn for the beautiful. It was absolutely perfect all day... I dressed super bummy in ratty old Chucks, the most comfortable shoes on earth, chinos and a sleeveless t-shirt. I hated exposed my pale arms but it's time to try and start getting some color back into my skin... especially before next weekend. So, my friend Jonathan ran by and picked me up and we met several other friends (Robert, Kris, et al) in front of Lafitttes and decided to head to Fiorella's, where I wallowed in decadence by dining on a shrimp po-boy (dressed), fries and a Bloody Mary.

I got another Bloody Mary to go and we headed to St Ann to watch Barkus. Barkus is always one of my favorite events of Carnival. A day with the Quarter filled with people who love dogs. Dog people are good people.

I ran into a surly Jonno and met his weekend guest. I ditched my other friends for a bit and watched the parade with these two. I had a very good omen for Mardi Gras happen during the parade.... I was looking at Jonno, talking to him and a string of green beads landed perfectly over my head and around my neck. Jonno split after a bit and I wound up hanging out with... um... oh geez... it starts with a J... um... that guy who's also known as Frank Green... Very sweet guy and about fifteen different kinds of adorable. And he should totally call in sick next weekend and come back to party with us some more...

I hooked back up with my friends and the rest of the afternoon/evening (until ten p.m.) was a big blur of bingo at Oz, drinks at Lafittes and the Pub and crazed running about the streets. I was aggressively hit on by a cute asian boy from L.A. (who called me 'cute blond tattoo boy') and a cute latino from New York... and I broke one of my rules and flirted (back) with a bartender... until finally we had dinner at a grocery story/deli on Bourbon around ten p.m. before heading home to crash.

And I had to get up at 6 a.m. this morning to work.... oh joy...

Tonight... the krewes of Pygmalion and Oshun will hit St Charles... and I guess I'll be there...