Four parades today: Okeanos, Mid-City, Thoth, and Bacchus tonight. I am not even remotely as tired as I was yesterday morning; the fact Endymion takes a different route, which allowed us to take the rest of the day off after Tucks yesterday probably helped a great deal. I woke up this morning feeling rested. Spending the evening getting caught up on our television shows helped a great deal as well. And the left-over Deep Dish pizza from That’s Amore? It ensured there was no hangover last evening after the effects of the day drinking wore off, which was truly lovely. So a deep-dish pizza is definitely going to have to be on the prep list going forward.
I do enjoy Thoth. Paul wants to take the day off and rest up for Bacchus tonight; I don’t know whether I will skip any parades. We usually don’t go to any on Fat Tuesday, so that would mean all we have left to attend would be Bacchus tonight and Orpheus tomorrow. And since I am feeling rested…we shall have to see, I suppose.
Of course, I could just spend the entire day inside relaxing and reading. Maybe even doing some writing. There certainly is some cleaning necessary, I’ve let the entire apartment slide these last few days, and usually it’s the weekend where I make up for my lack of cleaning during the week, or the things I let slide. But I am going to try to get the laundry done this morning, and maybe some of the kitchen. But relaxing in the easy chair also sounds terrific. We shall see. I do want to finish my Lori Rader-Day novel, and I think I’ve chosen my next book as well. Tomorrow I am going to walk about ten miles again for Lundi Gras outreach (yay), so maybe resting today isn’t such a bad idea. I don’t know. We’ll see how I feel. But as I glance around at the mess in my kitchen, I know I probably won’t let that stand.
I have to say yet again how much I love Carnival. It occurred to me last night that probably the reason New Orleans is such a progressive city in a sea of red is because of Carnival; when you’re standing out on the parade route, you see everything: people of every size, shape, color, ethnicity, sexuality; probably the most diverse of crowds, and everyone is getting along, hanging out, talking, chatting with total strangers, hanging out and just having a good time. It’s very hard to ‘other’ people when you are around them all the time. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still possible to do so, of course; racism and sexism and homophobia certainly exist in New Orleans, but somehow it doesn’t seem as ingrained here as it is in other places.
Then again, I’m a white male, so I tick two of the boxes on the Privileged Card.
In other hilarity, one of the reasons (there are many) I’ve not started working on the new Scotty book (tentatively titled Crescent City Charade; that may not last) is because I start each Scotty book by satirizing the opening of a famous book (my favorite was Mardi Gras Mambo: “Last night I dreamed I went to Mardi Gras again.”) and I’ve not been able to figure out one that would work. Yesterday morning, as I sipped my second or third coffee and Bailey’s, it hit me like a 2 x 4 across the face, I looked it up, and it’s perfect.
So maybe this week I will get started on it. Who knows?
And now, back to the spice mines.
Here’s a shot from the parade route yesterday: