Ah, waking up Mardi Gras morning, and deciding if we want to fight the crowds, and if so, where.
To hell with it...Bourbon at Canal.
One day, one fine day, I will have a Zulu coconut. In the meantime, I have a Leviathan stuffed dragon. Well. OK. My cute little 1 1/2 year old daughter has a Leviathan stuffed dragon. But she lets me play with it.
So now I'm tired, bloated, slightly sunburned and happy. What did y'all do today?
While at Bourbon and Canal, I got interviewed by BBC's Five Live. Don't know if it got on the air or not. They were asking typical questions, and then they asked me about all the drinking and alcoholism. I told her that we knew how to handle it, that the NOPD was the best crowd control force ever, and the ones overdoing it were probably the tourists.
But my wife nailed it. She said "I'm from Europe, from Prague, and this is the only city in America with a soul".
Yep, that's why I married her. She gets it.
Did I mention I was tired?
Oh well, tomorrow, more about Sazeracs with Ray, another diatribe on George Shinn, and maybe even why Zigaboo Modeliste is a god.
Damn, I'm glad I live here. Proud to call it home, indeed.