they tell you to always save the best for last …
got up at 5 am this morning to drive down to nola for the krewe of saint anne parade that starts at 8 am in the marigny. picked up chicago and will burke and hit the highway before the sun came up.
we were parked and sitting in a cafe’ by 7:15. eric schmitt and lindsay showed up around 8 and we had our first drink at the bar across the street.
this parade was special. it was a neighborhood parade … no floats. just a brass band, a drum line, a second line, and a bunch of fucking freaks in costumes walking through the streets of new orleans stopping at bars along the way. you don’t watch this parade, you are the parade.
next year i need a real, real, real good costume …
words can’t really explain this scene, so … here you go.
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you mean to tell me you drove back after that madness? how did you find time to sober up?
didn’t get that drunk … been hitting it too hard lately. only had one draft beer at the bar and a 10oz can of bud light on the parade route. another factor was my propensity to piss every six minutes when i drink, and there were no bathrooms anywhere. i was plenty sober by the time we left.
way to show some restraint. i don’t think i would have been that responsible.
speaking of restraint, were you able to restrain yourself from beating the tar out of the guy who had his genitals exposed at your dinner table?
it was hard to show restraint on all fronts. the drinking thing was easier that the ball bag …