Oh, right....parades

As we have all slightly forgotten, due to magnificent circumstances, it is indeed the Carnival Season.

And what better way to celebrate these circumstances than with a giant parade, with over 300,00 attendees.

The Saints Parade on Tuesday was bittersweet.
Bitter because of the bitter coldness that we all had to sustain in order to reach the sweetness that was OUR SUPERBOWL SAINTS!

I left work early and went and picked up Kristin and Suzannah.
We headed downtown to MiLa, the restaurant James works at.
Stellar deal because MiLa is in the Renaissance Hotel on Common street, two blocks off of St. Charles.
So we could park there and have an easy getaway when the parade was over!

We get downtown and Kristin decides daiquiris are necessary while the temperature is just barely 40.
So we trek over to Bourbon to pick up some frozen-ness.

Then we try and find Alex down near Lafayette Square, but it was pretty much madness by around 3 o'clock so we headed back towards Canal. Found a lovely spot right near the restaurant and James was waiting for us.
Unfortunately, our spot did not include barricades because we were in a wind tunnel in front of a cross street.
Prime locale, ya'll.

Alex eventually walked down and met us and we all proceeded to complain about the cold. And the people. And the fact that we were in a wind tunnel.
But hey, it was all for the SAINTS so eventually it would pay off.

The best thing about our spot was this tall drink of water cop that was standing next to us the entire time.
The entire night I referred to him as my boyfriend, naturally.

Well, after standing around for a few more hours...around 5o'clock my boyfriend and some of his cop buddies just tear through our crowd and start hauling ass down the side street chasing after a purse snatcher.
It was awesome.

Then later on during the night my boyfriend had to physically remove a person standing next to us who was being insanely stupid a rude.
So protective. I like it!

Before the parade started, I was very cranky, sadly.
I was cold, and no where near drunk, and there were many unsavory people all up on me.
James did his best to make me laugh.
Which worked out quite well. We even managed to memorize the first 3 pages of Iguana while on the street.

Once the parade actually started rolling, I got up on the ice chest and I was ready to go!
The boys in black and gold looked like they were having so much fun.
Drew looked smashed. Which is just funny.
Tracy Porter looked like he was having the absolute best time out of everyone.
It was spectacular.

And I got beads from J. Shock and Devery Dogg!!!

We sneaked away from the crowds, got to the parking garage and decided that we had all earned seafood platters for standing in the cold for the past 7 hours.
James, Suzannah and I made a pact to meet at Cooter Brown's.
We were leaving at about 8:30...so we predicted ETA would be 10:00.

Surprisingly enough, only took us both about 25 minutes to get there.
Superbowl Miracle!

We enjoyed our tasty tasty deliciousness and got to watch the Superbowl all over again on ESPN.
Everyone in the bar was hysterical.
They were all cheering and hollering as if it was the first time they had seen it.
I think this cloud we are all floating on will last for quite some time.
And I don't have any problem with that.



Last night we finished blocking Act I of Iguana...2 nights and a whole act blocked.
Not bad...since there is tons and tons of precise blocking.
Which is great for me because, as we all know, I like to be told exactly what and how to do things on the stage.
James and I were running lines for about 2 hours in the green room before hand, and we decided that Beau needs to become uber rich and famous because Chrissy, James and I work so well together. We have this great little triangle bond in all the shows...and Beau loves using us....so yeah.
Become famous Beau, so we can be used for the rest of our lives, please!


Was looking forward to Muses tonight, but secretly I kind of hoped for a postponement.
I need one day off of everything to regroup, stock up for the weekend and go to bed early.
So thanks parade gods....I appreciate the effort.

But, starting tomorrow...Mardi Gras Central will be in full swing!