By the time Fat Tuesday actually rolls around, you can feel the buzz of Mardi Gras dropping to a lull. Most of the tourists are gone from the weekend and you can walk again. Don’t get me wrong though. Drop any stranger down on St. Charles on Tuesday morning and they’ll experience an amazing Mardi Gras atmosphere. It’s only in comparison to the days before that you can feel the difference.
Monica and I rolled out of bed bright and early, ready to hit the parades. The plan was a 5 am pregame brunch at Sarah’s, followed by the Zulu parade at 8 and the Rex parade after. Yeah right.
I’m willing to bet not a soul was awake at 5 am that had previously gone to bed. When Maggie crept into my room sometime around 6, Monica and I said (or maybe grunted) something along the lines of go away, we just got home two hours ago. Honestly, I have no recollection so hopefully I wasn’t too grumpy.
I wish I could remember more clearly, but I assume we got up sometime around 8 because we “quickly” grabbed a bite and ran out the door without missing too much of Zulu. Quickly is a relative term here. We are girls and we had plenty of reasons for feeling a bit sluggish. We caught the parades near Sarah’s so we could get a decent way down the route, ensuring we wouldn’t miss as much.
Zulu was a wild crowd. Everyone was trying to catch a coconut but quite honestly the only coconuts I saw thrown were in exchange for a beer or two. Rex came after and I really loved their throws. Each float was themed for an animal and the beads they threw had animal charms. Talk about something to get me hyped about. The name of the game was catching a whole zoo of animals.
We were sad (and maybe a bit relieved) when the last float of the last parade rolled by. Only kidding. There was a whole other parade… of ginormous trucks… that would last the next few hours (it seemed like)… and blast their loud horns at us. Okay, can you tell I was a bit sleep deprived. We headed straight for the nearest bar. Sadly, it was more for their seats than for any drink.
Tired, sore feet and bags on bags of goodies to drag home.. You’d think we’d of had enough. Of course not! We saw a shot of the “Live on Bourbon” cam on TV and immediately headed home to shower and head off to the Quarter. Best idea. And although I looked like death, I think, and lacked the abilities to carry on a human conversation it was an awesome night. We stopped at Mother’s for dinner which I hear is a most-do if you’re not a veg like me. I ate a tiny house salad…
Next we hit Pat O’s. Two hours of piano sing-a-longs later, we decided to venture out. My house salad hadn’t done me any good so I obviously headed straight for the pizza shop. Maggie, Cara and Monica got spray painted thanks to the good advice of a kind man Monica met on her flight in.
This guy reallyyyy liked his spray paint.
Lady Gaga ladies and gents…
Obviously Gaga had to sing for us! And Monica killed it with the instrumentals.
Bourbon felt almost eerily empty by midnight. The tradition is for the police to come through the bars and shut things down at midnight, blowing their whistles at the sinful crowds still out as it turns to Ash Wednesday. Well guess what. We stayed. Not for much longer though. Clearly our party habits were catching up to us.
We woke up the next morning sad to see Monica and Mardi Gras go 🙁
Until next year! xoxo