Mardi Gras

Mardi Gras in New Orleans must have been the biggest in years. Hoards of people from all over were getting their drunk on. Recession? What recession? You would have never known there was a global economic meltdown in a city filled with so many happy people.

And us:


Even though the BF kept ditching me, there was always a friendly face to make out with. How does that nursery rhyme go? Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With a pinch and a slab, All the boys line up in a row. Or something like that...

I met this handsome couple from L.A. The one on the left is a Swede. He likes talking to you really close, where your ears feel titillated from the sweet savory blowing. WOOF:


It is always nice to be recognized as "Brettcajun". Here is a German fan pictured with E.Shrew and I who thinks I dance like a white boy. It's okay. He thought I gave great nip tugs.

I was approached by others who weren't afraid to admit they read my blog. Rather than putting their arms around me and posing with the legend himself, all they wanted was a picture of me holding a beer. I had to spell check the word "hypocrite!" because it is just not a word I associate with.



Thankfully, I was not holding a beer when I ran into someone who frequently comments on my blog as "Dickspot". My mind could be a blur, but I think he apologized for being a dickhead. I should have put him over my knee and gave him a good spanking, but he was with his partner. Sorry Mike, but he's taken. Aww... darn!

Thanks America for filling the coffers of New Orleans once more during Mardi Gras. It was pretty cool to see so many happy, albeit drunk, people embracing the joys of carnival. It is now time for you Catholics to begin your 40 days of penance. Snap to it!