| Tuesday, March 21, 2006 |
| Madcap Recap |
Warning - I have come down with a vicious cold. Hit the wall at work today with a 100+ degree fever at about 2:00 and came home from work, took meds, and crashed. So....seeing as I feel like S---t, this will be a slightly abbreviated recap, but I think you'll get the jist of it.
Needless to say - we had a blast. This has become the nation's fourth largest St. Patrick's Day parade after New York, Chicago, and believe it or not - Savanah, Georgia. The weather was positively horrible all weekend long with the exception of the parade itself on Saturday. "It never rains on the Sweet Potato Queens". Despite the weather, more than 60,000 people turned out for the parade - MANY of them displaced New Orleanites missing their Mardi Gras celebration of a few weeks ago. I brought home a shopping bag full of beads - that may have something to do with my cold ;) Seriously, the cold, rainy weather, and my complete lack of advance planning for it is the probable culprit for the cold (well, that and hanging out with a couple thousand other people and sharing a hotel room with other women). A full set of pictures can be found here. Those of you looking for embarrassing photos of me will be disappointed - it's the internet silly.
Oddly enough, with all the women down there making complete and total fools of themselves all weekend, the standouts in the crowd were the "men". You'll understand why I'm using quotation marks in a minute. The entire weekend was a gay man's wet dream. First, let me introduce you to Head Wannabee George, whom we met at the Ball on Friday night. They had stripper poles set up at Hal and Mal's so you could get your funk on. George put the women to shame:
 then, a quick change of costume the next day as the Head Wannabee, and here he is tossing me beads (the higher the hair, the closer to God):
 But give that man a pole, and he was back at it again after the parade :
 He finally settled down a little for brunch on Sunday by choosing more conservative attire:
Trust me, we couldn't hold a candle to his energy or his outfits. But believe it or not, he was not the most outrageous one there. That had to be his/her - Royal Highness (literally) - Nuclia Waste. We never dreamed we were hanging out with celebrity. The theme of the parade was the "Cat in the (Chef's) Hat to honor Cat Cora, a native of Jackson and star of Iron Chef America on the Food Network. Anyway, that's only as an explanation of Nuclia's three fried egg breasts.
In real life, Nuclia is a very down to earth, warm and funny guy.
 
Anyway, go amuse yourself with the rest of the photos. I have to take more Nyquil and go to bed. I maxed out my upload limit on Flickr with this set, so I still have all the float pics, many of which were very sly and sometimes angry statements directed at FEMA. Good stuff. |
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Now this is decadence.