A Mardi Gras state of mind

March 1, 2009

Zulu Darth had a standoff with this fairy princess. They'll meet again. PHOTO: Leigh Hedger, Feb. 28, 2006

As far as I can recall, I’ve suffered only one case of drunk-dialage. Luckily, it wasn’t to my boss or anyone else at the wheel of my destiny.

That I know of.

Mardi Gras 2006. It was on day three of a pretty consistent bender. Blurry-good times. Apparently, it entertained a certain hair salon up in Noblesville. Happy to oblige, Beth.

Some ova/amoebas/things found in dead flesh made a break for it during Mardis Gras. PHOTO: Leigh Hedger, Feb. 28, 2006

The real bragging point was that during my very first Mardi Gras, I became the recipient of a Zulu Social Aid and Pleasure Club coconut. I upset my entourage, as they had grown up in New Orleans and had been to many a Zulu parade and had never gotten close enough to get a coconut.

For a victory speech, I must give a shout out to my parents for the excellent height genes, to the lady in front of me who did not have those genes and, unfortunately, to Hurricane Katrina for keeping the crowds down that year.

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