Day 893: Thoth & Bacchus Sunday

Thoth

A number of friends rode in Thoth, so I was rested and dressed to match another beautiful day which graced New Orleans.

One of Dangerblond’s albino alligators made it out to the Sunday parades, while Mom stayed at home to study for the bar exam. Since Blondie’s little white dog is named Georgina, I christened the white gator Dickie. We had a blast adorning him with beads, feathers and flowers.

Some very nice float concepts, but this one made me raise an eyebrow. India’s? Indian? Bueller? At least Diwali is gaining more attention as a world holiday.

The Crescent City Cowboys Riding Club confused me with their mixed message. On the one hand, a big sign above their float read “Stop The Crime.” On the other, their PA system blared a hip-hop tune that advocates hitting your bitch. Commit domestic violence, no wait, don’t, but popular culture says … oh, whatever. Worst was the kids on the float and the street dancing to the song. We’re such contradictory creatures, humans.

Bacchus

It was quite by accident that I saw the king’s float with Hulk Hogan high atop it. Emerging from another check of the Giants-Patriots score, I looked up and there he was. Just at that instant, he reached into his bag, turned back around to face me and threw me not one, not two, but seven doubloons! Uhhh, not what I was expecting.  It isn’t fair, is it, Varg?

For having appeared to the world as a blond with little substance, the Hulkster surprised me by really getting into his role as Bacchus XL and engaging the crowd. It also happens that he was very gracious at the ceremony at Children’s Hospital – see, I like stuff like that. So, not only did he join the ranks of such celluloid greats as Jean Claude van Damme, Steve Guttenberg and Alan Thicke (ok, ok, and John Ritter), Hulk Hogan was an all-around good guy to New Orleans and to me.

To top it all off, the Cheatriots lost! What else is left to say?