Monthly Archives: January, 2013

On Mardi Gras

It is that time of year again. When all of New Orleans (or N’Awlins if you are a local) really puts on their party hat and goes at it. Now, there are many times during the year when NOLA throws a party, but this, this is the topper. It is a celebration. And sadly, it is the time of year when many people decide to come to town and get absolutely, positively shit faced and let all of their inhibitions go.

I’ve made it to 2 Mardi Gras and I miss it every year. Thankfully, I have been able to stay with friends, so I get to experience Mardi Gras with the locals. So, my experience tends to be lots and lots of parade viewing/celebrity sighting (they tend to be grand marshalls), house parties, and wandering the off Bourbon Street parts of the French Quarter. That is not to say that I don’t go on Bourbon, I just enjoy most of the French Quarter and not one particular area.

The one food that I associate with Mardi Gras in NOLA is the King Cake. Mmmmm…..King Cake. The plain cake is kind of like a cinnamon coffee cake flavor, but the “fancy” ones include fillings such as cream cheese, chocolate, lemon, apple, the list goes on and on. And then they put an icing glaze on top and some sprinkles (generally green/yellow/purple) on top. Inside each King Cake is a “baby” trinket, which represents the baby Jesus. This trinket was my nemesis! I am not sure how it happened, but out of every King Cake I ate, I got the baby!! Thankfully, my friends were understanding, so they never made me purchase the next one, but I think my king cake debt is somewhere around 5 cakes.

Decorated House

The joy of experiencing life outside of Bourbon Street is that you get to see how the locals celebrate.  There are house parties, parade viewing parties, local artists selling their wares (trust me when i say they create some brilliant works of art), and the homes — already a unique combination of architectural styles — are dressed to the nines in such a wide variety of ways.  To me, it feels like a city that is already living every moment escapes the boundaries of every day life and scream to the world, “THIS!  THIS is how you live every day to the fullest!”

Other than celebrating with friends, and experiencing Mardi Gras through their eyes, the thing that I have always enjoyed the most is the parades.  Iactually hit the point in a day where I cannot watch another parade.  But, I end up doing it anyway most of the time.  Each parade has a different theme, and crazy floats with people on them throwing all sorts of things.  I kid you not, one krewe, or parade group, decorates their floats with colored tin foil.  You need sunglasses to watch or you’ll go blind!  Plus bands, performers, flambeaux carriers, families, friends, and just ……  **sigh**  There is an energy in the town that is like no other.

On Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday, the costumes come out in full force.  People can spend months making the costumes and they are ….. insane does not seem like the proper word.  Fantastical, amazing, brilliant, wonderful, creative…..

I miss it.  It has been 5 years now since my last visit during Mardi Gras, but thankfully only 1 year since my last visit to NOLA.  Sometimes there is a city that captures your heart, and I am not ashamed to say that New Orleans is one of them.

FYI — Both of my experiences with Mardi Gras happened before I was GF, but on subsequent visits I did not have the easiest time eating “safe”. Hopefully, the “Find Me Gluten Free” app will help, as it was not the easiest thing to do down there.

So, if you are in New Orleans, I’m just going to say “HAPPY CARNIVAL!”




FYI — this is a fabulous website that gives a very in-depth history on Carnival season, a listing of parades, and all sorts of fabulous information.



Wow. Have I ever fallen off the blogging band wagon! This is not good at all.

So, what have I been up to in the eternity since I last wrote? Took some burlesque classes, performed in a fund raiser, played a drag queen, completed a year of employment, saw some movies, planned a trip, did my best to stay gluten free, and just lived. Maybe not as much as I would have liked, but it is all about making small steps.

If you know anything about me, it is that I am an Anglophile. My biggest regret is not studying in England during college, but I figure that there is always hope and a way to do it. I am a Whovian, but still not versed in the Classic Series. I devoured “Downton Abbey” in a weekend of voracious watching. Currently enjoying “Sherlock”, but taking the time to enjoy and savor each morsel of that.


As such, it always makes me smile when an actor I enjoy shows up in an unexpected place. This weekend it was John Barrowan, and the movie was ZERO DARK THIRTY.

First off, YES, this is a good movie. But the scenes of torture made me ashamed, and a bit embarrassed, to be an American. I honestly do not see how treating people like that helps us out in any way, and made me go “well, no wonder other countries hate us.” I hated my country for doing that. I am sure that there are those people who work in national security who could argue how it was beneficial, but I have a hard time buying it. Anyway, I was watching the movie, when all of a sudden, quite out of the blue, I see John Barrowman on screen. Well, being the 10 girl that I am, I shook my fist at the screen and **whispered**, “BARROWMAN!”  If you have not seen the clip I am speaking of, I highly recommend that you do a YouTube search.  Seriously.  Go to YouTube, type in Barrowman, and it is the first clip that comes up.  It’s kind of awesome, in a geeky, British sort of way.  And then see ZERO DARK THIRTY.  If for no other reason than to see what waterboarding really was *shudder*, and enjoy about a minute of John Barrowman on screen.

And hopefully I will remember to blog again, sooner rather than later this time.