Last night was great! The 10-strong Badger posse descended on the Quarter before midnight and partied up a storm on Jackson Square and later at Flanagan’s, the second-best Irish pub in New Orleans (although they were out of Guinness for a few crucial hours). We even had an immune-compromised Michiganian in tow, as an example to those who may question the might and right of the Cheesehead nation.
“Look, it’s Harry Anderson at the end of the bar.” Casually tossing hair aside and peering over shoulder, I realize that it is indeed Harry Anderson (Judge Harry on Night Court), playing his infamous card and coin tricks on barflies. Ok, whatever, he isn’t talking to me.
Back to the matter of the missing Guinness.
An hour later, D’s over talking to Harry about hats. Besides being tall and, ahem, gifted in the mid-section, D and Harry share a love of les chapeaux. It is revealed that Harry has a head the size of a melon and can easily fit into the hats inherited by D from his late great-grandfather. Ok, more weird boy stuff.
Where’s my Guinness?
30 minutes later, Dave and Michigan Boy get thrashed at games of 3 Card Monty. Guess who’s doing the thrashing. Yup, it’s Harry!
Still no Guinness.
Dan and Michelle, thoroughly starstruck (and equally pie-eyed by now), decide to “get autographs from and take pictures with Harry.” Oh my god, get away from me, you freaks, and don’t tell anyone you know me. Then, the unexpected. As I say goodbyes to friends and get ready to leave, I get a Happy New Year hug, a kiss on the cheek, and a quiet “You’re gorgeous” from Harry. Thanks?
Forget the Guinness.
Conning the con man: I heard later that as Harry and D were talking about hats and card tricks, Harry said to D, “You know who I am, right? I played the judge on Night Court.” To which D deadpanned, “No, no, can’t say that I’ve ever seen that show.” Harry was dumbstruck. Cruel D, but so appropriate!
Oh, and GET ‘EM, BUCKY!
