Well friends, not all is lost - namely, my camera. There were dark days, specifically Wednesday and most of Thursday, when it appeared all hope had vanished from the earth. And then there was much rejoicing, when hope returned and shone like a million flashes at once. Indeed, my camera had not joined the land of the departed, but had sequestered itself in parts unreachable, especially by those searchers attempting to throw off the mighty weight of post-Mardi Gras recovery. Time does heal all, though, and a second, perhaps more thorough, definitely more sober, search revealed the object of desire.
Mardi Gras photos to follow.
celebrating,
Noel
Friday, February 23, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Happy Mardi Gras
Well, I survived. Mardi Gras, it comes and goes so quickly. All of a sudden, Fat Tuesday is looking more and more like Ash Wednesday, and you're still trying to get back to Monday when the anticipation of Tuesday is as close to Christmas Eve as it can be for an adult without children. But in the thick of things, there is nothing like this party. The whole city just shuts down, and everyone is on the street, trying to catch stuff thrown from floats, eating and drinking, and generally making merry.
There is much to share from the weekend, friends, and I had hoped to leave some photographic images with you, but alas my camera is no more. Too much fun in the French Quarter on Mardi Gras was the culprit, and now the beautiful baby is gone. It was a trusty steed, and it is now gone, taking its memories with it. Another shall take its place, but not without a tinge of sadness for the good work done in the past.
We had the good luck to team up with some friends who had a group theme - we were Eddie Jordan and the DA's (check up on New Orleans' District Attorney Eddie Jordan and the not-so-stellar job he's been doing lately - 162 murder arrests, 1 conviction). We had Eddie Jordan, we had a couple convicts in orange jump suits, we had the Assistant DA - the ADA with ADD, there was Blind Lady Justice (with scales and sword!), Missy Misdemeanor Murder showed up (60 days in the pen without being charged and out you go!), and yours truly, a Crime Lab Technician (in search of a crime lab). The scene was completed with a scale model of Orleans Parish Courthouse, with actual working revolving doors - the Revolving Doors of Justice, as it were. Add in all the vodka cranberry one can drink, and various other social lubricants and condiments, and you have a mobile party letting the good times roll. And roll they did...
Happy Mardi Gras
Noel
There is much to share from the weekend, friends, and I had hoped to leave some photographic images with you, but alas my camera is no more. Too much fun in the French Quarter on Mardi Gras was the culprit, and now the beautiful baby is gone. It was a trusty steed, and it is now gone, taking its memories with it. Another shall take its place, but not without a tinge of sadness for the good work done in the past.
We had the good luck to team up with some friends who had a group theme - we were Eddie Jordan and the DA's (check up on New Orleans' District Attorney Eddie Jordan and the not-so-stellar job he's been doing lately - 162 murder arrests, 1 conviction). We had Eddie Jordan, we had a couple convicts in orange jump suits, we had the Assistant DA - the ADA with ADD, there was Blind Lady Justice (with scales and sword!), Missy Misdemeanor Murder showed up (60 days in the pen without being charged and out you go!), and yours truly, a Crime Lab Technician (in search of a crime lab). The scene was completed with a scale model of Orleans Parish Courthouse, with actual working revolving doors - the Revolving Doors of Justice, as it were. Add in all the vodka cranberry one can drink, and various other social lubricants and condiments, and you have a mobile party letting the good times roll. And roll they did...
Happy Mardi Gras
Noel
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