how to win friends and influence people at mardi gras


Howdy Ho!

This year, I thought it rather foolish to go to New Orleans for a 13th time and spend my 4th Mardi Gras, given my crossing into “upper thirties” territory last June and my work wife’s turning 40 just a couple months ago.  Also, how was I to top my Buddy the Elf does Mardi Gras experience of 2011?  Luckily, I pushed such foolish defeatist thoughts from my head and went, because basing plans on “I’m way too old and mature for this” or predicted rain storms are for the unimaginative and the perpetually homebound.

I’ve met those people, and I am not they.

I decided I would NOT get off the plane and go to Pat O’Brien’s to down 4 quick Hurricanes this year by 1pm like I did last year, so we met with a marketing firm that might actually help us get more business, so that we can go on more educational, life-affirming trips like this one.  After an hour of that, such plans ceased, and we dropped off suitcases with the bellhop and bolted for Bourbon Street without even seeing our room, because everyone knows stopping by one’s room at the beginning of a vacation only leads to unproductive and meaningless sex with one’s straight male work colleague, which is the last thing I wanted on a Thursday afternoon in New Orleans.  No sir.

“Get thee to a tavern!” the voice in my head said, and if I’ve learned anything in my 36 years, it’s to listen to that voice in my head.  You know the one.  So we went to Desire Oyster Bar AND THEN Pat O’s for some Hurricanes, because that’s what wise veterans of Mardi Gras do.  We met more lawyers and vendors who love to get lawyers’ business from our conference, and they said things like, “Hey- I didn’t know y’all were at the conference this year…you must’ve been sitting on the other side of the room!” so I said things like, “Bitch, I know what you’re insinuating.” and then stared at them until they shuffled off without suggesting I hadn’t exactly BEEN to the conference yet, because it’s THE BARS that are important in New Orleans, not continuing legal education.

According to Foursquare, we visited some other bars, and I met kind people like this medical illustrator, who became a close friend with her non-verbal communication skills:


Will you come home with me and babysit my children?

After around 1am, my fairly new boots started rubbing me the wrong way, so I went back to the room to change shoes, and while I was up there I thought:  “if I go back there, I’m going to spend the next 3 days in misery, convulsing and throwing up like the past several years.  Maybe I should go to bed.”  So, I did.  My work wife came in around 5.

After breakfast in bed–because that’s what same sex work colleagues do to take their awkward friendship to the next level–we headed to one of my favorite places to eat a dead pig in the world:  Cochon.  I love Cochon like I love hot coffee and a crushed ice blow job.

Then we went to the historic Columns Hotel in the Garden District to drink many many Pimm’s Cups that were delicious and made all the colors on the floats in the Krewe of Hermes parade more beautiful.  Especially after ignoring Yelp’s advice on refusing more than one margarita at Superior Grill, because heeding the advice of Yelpers is not what one does when the drinking began at noon that day.  Besides, they were delicious.

See the pretty colors?

This is 3 minutes long, but it shows more pretty colors and how much fun parades can be (even for the kids!):

After the parade ended, everyone returned to their rooms to put on nicer clothes for our Friday night on Bourbon Street.

At the historic Carousel Bar at Hotel Monteleone, we received several stares, a few laughs, and two roses from one older woman who found Mike’s pants and my lederhosen “very different.”

It’s hard to blame her, isn’t it?


I don’t always wear pants, but when I do, I will fucking blind you with them.


How come I don’t wear this to court…yet?

We then hit some bars with music and crowds, and I’m not sure what happened until we went to bed, but I’m glad it wasn’t too horribly late, because Saturday was approaching quickly, and Saturday matters.

Saturday morning, I stood in line over an hour to eat at Stanley Resturant in Jackson Square, but it was worth it (after the milkshake I had in line to stop the shakes…see the irony there?).  But then the forecast rain began, and it came hard.  We hit several costume shops for everyone in our group to be suitably dressed for the annual balcony party, and we happened to pass an Ace Hardware, and someone said, “Hey, why don’t we go as a German beer drinking team…with FUNNELS!” and that person became our leader forever.

The next half hour went like this:

1)  Choose your hose.

2) Get the Ace employee who greeted our entrance with, “Let me guess–y’all want to make beer bongs?!” to help.

3) Stand and smile, because this shit is about to get real.

Now it was time for another costume change and to see how this plan would work, because it was 4-something in the afternoon, and we all know what “after” and “noon” mean when used in concert:  you are behind on your drinking.


Lederhosen!


Photographs taken into mirrors connote the sensitive, artsy type.

If Dale Carnegie didn’t include “Go out on Bourbon Street in lederhosen while carrying beer bongs” in his famed “How to Win Friends and Influence People” book, then there clearly needs to be a 21st-centruy corollary written by me.  Learn why after the jump:

Take this kind lass, who decided to forego the beers and go straight for icy mixed cocktails, because it was daylight and rainy, and why not?  She was a friend, and she was influenced.

Or this skilled coed from U of Colorado:  friend.  influenced.

Or these teachers from Detroit:


Or the social workers from Houston:

And our friend, Mel, whom even the cops couldn’t stop!

And even a few dudes joined in the fun, buying one beer for me for every one they put in the funnel, because that’s how capitalism is SUPPOSED to work.  And, again:  friends who have been influenced.

Around midnight, I succumbed to the suggestion to try my first 5 Hour Energy vile, and around 4:30am, I decided donning a horse head and tutu on Canal Street would be a great way to conclude the evening.  This may or may not have caused us to miss the plane ride home.


This is what TSA agents saw Sunday morning, because I am awesome.
And you can’t coach “awesome.”

That being said, it bears repeating:  bring beer bongs and lederhosen to Mardi Gras.  It’s your civic duty.

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23 responses to “how to win friends and influence people at mardi gras”

  1. Real Dad says:

    Mardi Gras never gets old! Although at our age, you will be paying for it for the next week. I haven’t hit beer bong in years. Cheers!
    Real Dad´s last blog post ..Harassment at Work

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    muskrat Reply:

    @real dad, I actually didn’t “hit” the bong, either…I just provided the service to others!

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  2. Dave2 says:

    One of my favorite cities! Nice to see that you’re taking advantage of all she has to offer!
    Dave2´s last blog post ..Return

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    the muskrat Reply:

    @Dave2, As well it SHOULD be a favorite city. Good times all around.

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  3. Pretty Bride says:

    Horrifying. All of it.

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    the muskrat Reply:

    @PB, Really? I thought we were pretty tame this year. It’s not like I put that nasty funnel in MY mouth!

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    Avitable Reply:

    I thought the same thing, until I saw the horse head and tutu photo, and then I laughed until I cried.
    Avitable´s last blog post ..Why You’re Probably Stupid If You’re Giving Something Up For Lent

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  4. Leigh Anne says:

    Love that you include photos to fight off all those Lederhosen Deniers!
    Leigh Anne´s last blog post ..V.D. for all!!!

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    the muskrat Reply:

    @LA, Exactly. Evidence is key.

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  5. Sybil Law says:

    That’s it- next year, I’m totally going with you. You can write that off, right?
    Love all the pictures. Actually, this is one of the best recaps ever.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @SL, We can figure out a way. And, thanks!

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  6. sweetney says:

    You are a Mardi Gras badass. I wanna party with you, man.
    sweetney´s last blog post ..Snapshots: February Photo Challenge (Part 3)

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    muskrat Reply:

    @sweetney, Wish we could in Nashville, but can’t very well do 2 weekends away in a row. NYC in August!

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  7. Holy hell. Where to begin?
    1.) Is that a picture of you with Mr. Hanky the Christmas poo?
    2.) those pants are EPIC. I want a housedress like that to wear, you know, to church on holy days of obligation.
    3.) “Stand and smile, because this shit’s about to get real.” You need to make T-shirts with that RIGHT NOW. I will buy three of them.
    4.) I haven’t been to Mardi Gras since 1989, but your pics and tale took me right back.
    5.) The horse head? OMG. Are you sure this isn’t all part of a Judd Apatow movie? Like Anchorman and The 40 Year Old Virgin Go to Mardi Gras?!
    Loved this. Not enough to do a beer bong ever again, but enough to throw you some beads.
    The Bearded Iris´s last blog post ..My First Mardi Gras

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Iris,
    1- yes
    2- me too!
    3- working on that RIGHT NOW
    4- please go in ’13. it’ll make you smile forever.
    5- thanks- love free beads!

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  8. Avitable says:

    This should be titled “Reasons Adam will never go to Mardi Gras with Muskrat.”
    Avitable´s last blog post ..Why You’re Probably Stupid If You’re Giving Something Up For Lent

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    the muskrat Reply:

    @avitable, With a sequel of “Why Adam is a Pussy.”
    the muskrat´s last blog post ..how to win friends and influence people at mardi gras

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  9. Miss Britt says:

    I am in awe.
    Miss Britt´s last blog post ..For Those Who Aren’t Ambitious

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    muskrat Reply:

    @Britt, Me+New Orleans = Awesome. You’ve seen this first hand!

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  10. Beta Dad says:

    Some of those bars look familiar…

    I’m gonna get me a few of those 5 hr energy drinks for Dad 2.0. I think it’s gonna get ugly.

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    muskrat Reply:

    @beta dad, Where “ugly” means “awesome,” right?

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  11. Neeroc says:

    Holy hell. I don’t drink and you’ve managed to convince me I need to make it to Mardi Gras. That looks like a ridiculously fun time.
    Neeroc´s last blog post ..Sugalumps

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  12. Whit says:

    If Chad had waken up this weekend with that horse head in his bed, we would have laughed forever. Maybe longer. Don’t ever leave home without it.
    Whit´s last blog post ..Going to a Funeral With My Father

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