I’m back from Mardi Gras in New Orleans grope-free and no longer a port-a-potty virgin. It had to happen, you guys, and I just went with the flow. Mardi Gras is pretty crazy and I still can’t get over how into parades people are. But it definitely is a sight to see and I can check it off my bucket list.
I have to say the residents of Louisiana epitomize southern hospitality. The friends we stayed with went out of their way to make us feel welcome and we’re so thankful to them for providing me and The Husband with shelter, food and entertainment for five days.
Highlights of our trip included a daytime stroll in the French Quarter (we decided on purpose not to do Bourbon Street in the dark), the best Hurricane at the oldest bar in the city, and catching beads from random strangers on balconies.
We were chastised for all our sinning so we went to church to repent.
One day we sought shelter at a nearby plantation during a torrential downpour.
There was a lot of parade watching going on. I almost brought a mini horse home with me.
And thank God for use of a private port-a-potty provided by some sweet friends.
I also tried extremely hard to catch beads from Will Ferrell at the Bacchus Parade. Nothing.
all images via my Iphone
I didn’t get to meet Elizabeth as it is nearly impossible to get around during Mardi Gras But she promises to come to San Diego!
And that’s my trip in 200 words or less, which I know is about how long I have your attention for. Thanks to all of you who left me tips about Mardi Gras. Especially the one about the shenis.