A Fox News reporter claims the end of the world is near. Personally, I question the science, or lack of science, put forth for this claim but if the past is any indication, Fox will stand behind this reporter and won't back down. The reasoning goes like this, and I quote:
WE GOTS A BLACK PRESIDENT
WE HAVE A WHITE MAYOR
BUDDY D WORE A DRESS
PIGS HAVE FLOWN
HELLS HAS FROZEN OVER
THE SAINTS WON THE SUPER BOWL
THE END IS NEAR!
Hey, brother, its Fat Tuesday. This is New Orleans. Here people do whatever the law allows and the law is lenient. Its Bacchanalia. Its a fun street party. Its friendly and no one seems to take offense if you offer something a bit rude or crude. The spirit of fun prevails and no one takes it seriously except the proselytizers who at one point blocked traffic on Bourbon street. The police moved them. The crowd booed and flung a few beads at them, but no one got violent or ugly about them raining on their parade.
The past few days showed me organized parades. Fat Tuesday is about a people's parade. Dressing up, celebrating, having fun, entertaining we tourists. A show that can never be repeated. Each year is a different experience.
Folks are begging for beads from the balconies. Bead throwers tease the crowds, try and get the girls to show some flesh and have just as much fun as the people in the street. Music blares here and there along the way. You can't help but break into a dance now and then.
The crowds look like this, kind of stunned and in awe.
There are beautiful, unbelievable costumes. Children parade with parents. Mothers decorated their strollers and joined the throngs. No one is a stranger; greetings of Happy Mardi Gras on everyone's lips. One tall dude came by and kissed me on the cheek. Whatta town! I loved every minute. Who wants to miss Fat Tuesday?
A tourist like me, this guy estimated his beads weighed five pounds.
They were throwing souvenir panties off a balcony and I outreached this guy. He just smiled and tried again.
We walked from Canal St. , to Bourbon, to Esplanade and back to the Marigny neighborhood. We slipped into a cafe bar, had a good beer, Cajun crawfish boudain for me, a sandwich for Jim.
This young woman fell asleep in her plate. Click the link below for more pictures, but be warned there is adults only content.