Discussion in 'Free Fire Zone' started by Slipdigit, Feb 7, 2017.
I might have to drag my lady and make that trip one day too. It looks interesting.
You sure ought to, Otto. Well worth the cost of admission.
Maybe next time we can actually shake a leg and stay past midnight. My wife has a broken leg. Kinda put a damper on our activities.
Followup on the beads. They were throwing out beads like the USS Alabama firing a broadside...by the handful.
Oh...and there was beer.
Yeah, you do need to go back and tour the USS Kidd. It's the best preserved/restored of the ubiquitous Fletcher Class.
Oh yeah, in the interests of accuracy you might want to change the title of the thread from "Mardi Gras or Bust" to "Mardi Gras and busts, and beer."
What Slipdigit was alluding to was an incident the kept the last two floats from making the procession through the River Center where the Masquerade was in full swing. The tractor driver of the next to last float apparently was a little too full of the carnival (that's what a person is referred to who has been drinking a little more than just a little too much of an alcoholic beverage, or smoking a similar amount of weed) made the last turn a little too short and drug the float he was pulling over a water hydrant. It was not one of those red plug looking things that dogs take a leak on, but one of those that have several spigots for the fire department to hook onto when they do stuff like that. Anyway, water started shooting up into the float, washing a few riders who were unfortunately too close to the breech out of the float and onto the pavement. Some other drunken float riders reacted a bit hastily and bailed out, fearing the worst. Those who bailed from the top deck landed a bit harshly. Good thing that they were drunk I guess. The fire department responded, fearing a drop in water pressure. Our parade captain decided to call an end to the parade and ordered the riders from the last two floats (about 40 drunken revelers) off the floats and to walk through the River Center. They were not happy campers, but it was do what the captain said or not get into the formal ball. They all complied, but were not a bit amused over missing the final ride through the middle of the party, throwing beads at (to) their guests. But that's where the women, booze and groceries were, so tough decisions had to be made.
You would have to be there to understand what fully goes on at the Mardi Gras, and what it feels like to miss the final part of the parade. Slipdigit knows now, and is a believer in the carnival spirit.
I don't think "Mardi Gras or bust" is right, having seen some outstanding busts on Bourbon St.
Yes I actually think such boobesque activities prove the maturity of a community...plenty of places this would either start a riot or a mass sexual assault...but do-able in a mature society.
Just another example of the benefits of being civilised. Free boobs!
If there had been busts, that would have been my last trip. My wife would see to that.
That kind of business is mainly limited to Bourbon Street and on the fringes of the French Quarter and Faubourg Marigney . NOPD puts up with it in the Quarter, but out in the "family areas" along the uptown side of Canal Street, St. Charles Ave, the Uptown and Garden District, etc. doing so (flashing the boobs) is severely frowned upon. Indecent exposure charges are imposed right away. And you'd never see that in a Mardi Gras ball. I have witnessed several women being escorted out of the Endymion ball several times for flashing the boobs when the parade comes in. For those who do not know, Endymion is the largest of the New Orleans Superkrewes, with about 3,100 members. Their formal ball, aka The Endymion Extravaganza is held in the Superdome. They pack more people in there than the Saints games. Anyway, the parade starts out on the parade route in town, then goes through the Superdome where it terminates there. I only can bet that the other krewes do the same with the boob flashers too. Well maybe Apollo doesn't make a stink about that stuff, but that's the biggest of the flaming LGBT krewes in town. I have no idea what goes on in there, but I hear that those tickets are harder to come by than turtles teeth.
Now strolling around the Quarter on Mardi Gras Day itself is not for the lilly-livered or weak at heart. Women walk about nekkid as a jaybird, albeit body painted from head to toe. Some are just topless, and body painted. Real good quality work too. Must be just from going from the amount of pictures being taken of them. Those girls don't have to buy any drinks or something to eat like that either. Many girls prance around nekkid on the balconies of hotels in the Quarter. It's really hard to get a spot on the street in front of the hotel rented out by Hugh Hefner. And then there's some women who really need to go home and get dressed, and should be totally ashamed of themselves by leaving the house the way they are. There ain't no amount of body paint or imbibed booze in the world to make a morbidly obese woman worth looking at I'm here to tell you, no way no how.
Don't take my word for it gents, come on down and see for yourself (if the ole lady allows that it)!
Good times...Calgary Stampede is like kindergarten compared...only a little jealous.
My only experience has been COPS- Bad Girls of Mardi Gras, episodes 1-25.
Sounds a bit like our "beer can regatta" - been a yearly thing here since there was beer! We build boats out of beer cans and race them and then battle them against each other...Pirates ahoy! The old days used to have heaps of boobs...family thing now : (
Boobs are nice only when you can touch them. Otherwise- music/booze/food/conversation would be the main attraction.
Thems fighting words...boobs are awesome...anywhere anytime.
That (COPS/Mardi Gras Editions) and those "Girls Gone Wild" videos have contributed more to the image of boobs flopping all over the place in New Orleans during Carnival Season that anything else.
I love zydeco.
I've got three lakes within 100m of my house...all chocka block full of turtles...they watch as you approach and come up and pop their heads up (thinking im going to feed them as many do) - I just say hello...and they sink back down disappointed...my dog/dingo is scared of them...even the bubbles they make! Maybe she thinks its a croc, dunno.
Turtles...and crocodiles. Yer dog is smart because turtles=crocs. Dingo's didn't just fall off the turnip truck. Knowledge is embedded in their genes, mate.
Zydeco is not a species of turtle. ..My ex played the accordian. German, but still...
Honest- love it:
Having survived Mardi Gras in Rio I can tell you there's a quantum difference...
I don't know every time I've been I've seen drunken boob flashing. Not hundreds of pairs but at least dozens. You are right though it's always been in the quarter or near the Mississippi end of Canal Street. Never seemed to bother my wife or my female cousins, or friends. Sometimes you do need to holler encouragement to those whose modesty isn't totally eclipsed by their blood alcohol level, but more often than not you're rewarded with a good look at them.
I've never gone to a ball so I have no idea what goes on there.
Ball...mostly drinking and dancing.
There was beer.