After my bride and a few friends have sung its praises over the past several months, I decided to start actually using the Instagram app I downloaded a couple years ago, and having it actually meant that I had something to do besides overindulge this year in New Orleans! I took a ton of pictures and videos (via Vine), and a few actually turned out pretty well.
To the best of my recollection, the first day, we visited Pat O’s (per tradition) and then walked over to Bourbon Cowboy, where I got talked into shedding my shirt and riding a mechanical bull in just my vest for the $5 riding fee. Luckily, no one caught it on film.
Looking back, I should have tipped the operator more than $2.
At some point, wrestling masks were donned, and more bars were visited. Like this one, the Napoleon House!
And this one, the Carousel Bar!
And others on Bourbon Street.
The next day we explored Jackson Square and had great Bloody Marys and fried chicken.
There were flaming bananas foster at Brennan’s.
And time spent at the most famous karaoke bar anywhere, the Cat’s Meow.
Where I bared my soul to a crowd of rowdy kids.
In my fancy jacket and appropriate t-shirt.
I met the Ghost of Mardi Gras Future!
And caught a plastic toilet at the Krewe of Tucks parade.
No arrests. No vomiting. A successful Mardi Gras.
I went to NOLA last year for Mardi Gras. I think. Maybe. That must mean I had a successful trip too.
You were there when I was doing this?
I can’t believe we didn’t find each other!
Wrong year…I mean, you were there when I was doing this?
Glad you had a successful Mardi Gras at The Big Easy!
Thanks…every time I go, I think I’d like to retire there.
No arrests, no vomiting? It’s a Mardi Gras first!
Muskrat, that fancy jacket is the biz! How big a bat did you have to fight of the women? Looks like a swingin’ time. Hope you have fun and memories to last ’till the next adventuramastravaganztrip.
The Cheeky Daddy
I did have a lot of women complimenting the jacket, but mainly it was dudes who would stop me to ask where they could buy one!
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