My to-do list on Mardi Gras Day is simple:
1. Wake up at 6:30am and get into costume
2. Walk with the Krewe of Chartreuse to the Quarter
3. Catch as many costumed friends as possible
4. Avoid Bourbon St. at all costs
With a sprained shoulder and four hours of sleep, catching up with Chartreuse in the Uptown area was impossible, so the collision of costumed forces occurred right past Gallier Hall. From then on, the story is best told through pictures. (For the record, I crossed Bourbon only three times on Mardi Gras day and walked on it for the length of exactly two Quarter blocks. Mission sorta accomplished.)
08:30: The Krewe of Chartreuse hits Canal St.
09:00: Chartreuse meets Skeleton Krewe
09:30: Breakfast of scrumptious beignets at the Presbytere
10:00: Walk to Chartreuse meeting point (Photo by Howie Luvzus)
12:30: Cross Bourbon St. at St. Philip
13:00: Run into Bishop and colleagues
14:00: Find piratey husband (who managed to catch Zulu and Rex this year, but no coconuts).
We got home and hit the hay 30 minutes before the stroke of midnight. That’s the longest I’ve stayed out on Fat Tuesday.
