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Being on Bourbon Street for Mardi Gras was fun (and smelly). We stayed on one of the suite balconies of the Chateau Sonesta Hotel a block off of Canal -- close enough to see and hear Zulu and Rex roll down Canal Street, but far enough away from the crowds that you didn't feel as if you were in the middle of a human tidal wave. Zulu ended up rolling nearly two hours late, which is unlike the parade, because normally by 8:45 AM it's down Canal and moving right along.
On the balcony, we threw beads down to people on Bourbon Street. One of the guys standing on the balcony had very nice, expensive beads that he threw to the women who would flash him their tits -- eventually he started taking pictures of them with a telephoto lens, which was just a little too sleazy for me, even for Mardi Gras in the French Quarter. I had a great time throwing beads to people: my only criteria were if they looked up and smiled at me, or if they had a nice costume or were cute. I saw plenty of boobs anyway (including those of a woman who regularly shops at LB, which is going to be awkward). :|
I have beads with rubber ducks on them. :D :D :D
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You're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath. No, this is how it works. You appear inside yourself. You take the things you like, and try to love the things you took, and then you take that love you made and stick it someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood. --Regina Spektor
May 2010
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This is the journal of Kat the Dragonslayer -- who can also be found here, at livejournal.
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