Marti Gras has started...

HoustonHusky

http://www.twitter.com/gopaulblair/status/1231056946314334208

WilburHooksHands

as a Houstonian you should know how to spell Mardi Gras but im gonna chin you on this one

HoustonHusky

WilburHooksHands said:

as a Houstonian you should know how to spell Mardi Gras but im gonna chin you on this one

Sorry...bit distracted today...should have caught that. But you are correct.

You see the follow-up to it? It was almost as good...

PurpleThrobber

WilburHooksHands said:

as a Houstonian you should know how to spell Mardi Gras but im gonna chin you on this one

He should also know that - Mardi Gras starts tomorrow, not today.

The various Krewe parades have been running all month leading up to Shrove (Fat) Tuesday which marks the end of fun before Ash Wednesday kicks off the month of no-fun for Catholics. The parades are more appropriately part of the Carnivale celebration before MD2020

Mardi Gras superiority guy.

WilburHooksHands

PurpleThrobber said:

WilburHooksHands said:

as a Houstonian you should know how to spell Mardi Gras but im gonna chin you on this one

He should also know that - Mardi Gras starts tomorrow, not today.

The various Krewe parades have been running all month leading up to Shrove (Fat) Tuesday which marks the end of fun before Ash Wednesday kicks off the month of no-fun for Catholics. The parades are more appropriately part of the Carnivale celebration before MD2020

Mardi Gras superiority guy.

Its been lit this year since an Endymion float ran over somebody

Pitchfork51

Is Mardi gras racist yet? Has anyone asked AOC

PurpleThrobber

WilburHooksHands said:

PurpleThrobber said:

WilburHooksHands said:

as a Houstonian you should know how to spell Mardi Gras but im gonna chin you on this one

He should also know that - Mardi Gras starts tomorrow, not today.

The various Krewe parades have been running all month leading up to Shrove (Fat) Tuesday which marks the end of fun before Ash Wednesday kicks off the month of no-fun for Catholics. The parades are more appropriately part of the Carnivale celebration before MD2020

Mardi Gras superiority guy.

Its been lit this year since an Endymion float ran over somebody

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eT0Zw88xUIE

yeah, well, shit happens.

Get all crunked up and people die. It's the NOLA way.

creepycoug

Let me say this, to all of that.

We had a management retreat in NO back in 2000. We stayed in the French Quarter in a nice hotel (for the area) one side of which fronted Bourbon Street. We had a hospitality suite that had a large armoire with drawers full of beads. Shockingly, HR decided we're never going back there after our Corporate Affairs VP had a picture of him taken (by me - nobody has a sense of humor any more) coming out of the Hustler store and posted at another event later in the year. I thought it was funny; so did he.

Anyway, I digress. We were down there in late March ... after Mardi Gras ... during the week. And even then, the partying was non-stop and full on fucking nuts. I knew then and there that I lacked the ballz to party at actual Mardi Gras. I knew I didn't have what it takes. I have too much regard for my record, my body and my personal safety. Partying in the French Quarter on some random Tuesday and Wednesday night with a bunch of corporate stiffs was more than enough crazy for me.

So, at this point in my life, I'll live with hearing how it went from others. Too much for me. Nutty fucking place as it is. Loved it, loved the food, loved all of it, but putting that scene on steroids is well over my head.

SFGbob

creepycoug said:

Let me say this, to all of that.

We had a management retreat in NO back in 2000. We stayed in the French Quarter in a nice hotel (for the area) one side of which fronted Bourbon Street. We had a hospitality suite that had a large armoire with drawers full of beads. Shockingly, HR decided we're never going back there after our Corporate Affairs VP had a picture of him taken (by me - nobody has a sense of humor any more) coming out of the Hustler store and posted at another event later in the year. I thought it was funny; so did he.

Anyway, I digress. We were down there in late March ... after Mardi Gras ... during the week. And even then, the partying was non-stop and full on fucking nuts. I knew then and there that I lacked the ballz to party at actual Mardi Gras. I knew I didn't have what it takes. I have too much regard for my record, my body and my personal safety. Partying in the French Quarter on some random Tuesday and Wednesday night with a bunch of corporate stiffs was more than enough crazy for me.

So, at this point in my life, I'll live with hearing how it went from others. Too much for me. Nutty fucking place as it is. Loved it, loved the food, loved all of it, but putting that scene on steroids is well over my head.

It was fun to do when I was in my early 20s. I have no interest in doing it now. I enjoy JazzFest now, but my Mardi Gras days are over. Now that being said, if you knew someone who was a local, and you were attending a bunch of local Mardi Gras parties with people who have grown up there, I'd be in.

PurpleThrobber

creepycoug said:

Let me say this, to all of that.

We had a management retreat in NO back in 2000. We stayed in the French Quarter in a nice hotel (for the area) one side of which fronted Bourbon Street. We had a hospitality suite that had a large armoire with drawers full of beads. Shockingly, HR decided we're never going back there after our Corporate Affairs VP had a picture of him taken (by me - nobody has a sense of humor any more) coming out of the Hustler store and posted at another event later in the year. I thought it was funny; so did he.

Anyway, I digress. We were down there in late March ... after Mardi Gras ... during the week. And even then, the partying was non-stop and full on fucking nuts. I knew then and there that I lacked the ballz to party at actual Mardi Gras. I knew I didn't have what it takes. I have too much regard for my record, my body and my personal safety. Partying in the French Quarter on some random Tuesday and Wednesday night with a bunch of corporate stiffs was more than enough crazy for me.

So, at this point in my life, I'll live with hearing how it went from others. Too much for me. Nutty fucking place as it is. Loved it, loved the food, loved all of it, but putting that scene on steroids is well over my head.

The French Quarter is for tourists.

Garden District (shout out to the Manning family) is the shit. Get up toward Tulane along the St. Charles line, super old antebellum mansions, world class food. Just the best city for eats and drink.

French Quarter is good for maybe a walk through on the way to Frenchmen's Street and the Marigny neighborhood (lots of pride flags in that stretch, NTTAWWT). Don't go too far north or you're in Treme and you will die unless you have an apostrophe in your first name.

Love me some NOLA. Except between Esplanade and Elyssian Fields Ave. Joe Biden wouldn't even be safe there.

PurpleThrobber

SFGbob said:

creepycoug said:

Let me say this, to all of that.

We had a management retreat in NO back in 2000. We stayed in the French Quarter in a nice hotel (for the area) one side of which fronted Bourbon Street. We had a hospitality suite that had a large armoire with drawers full of beads. Shockingly, HR decided we're never going back there after our Corporate Affairs VP had a picture of him taken (by me - nobody has a sense of humor any more) coming out of the Hustler store and posted at another event later in the year. I thought it was funny; so did he.

Anyway, I digress. We were down there in late March ... after Mardi Gras ... during the week. And even then, the partying was non-stop and full on fucking nuts. I knew then and there that I lacked the ballz to party at actual Mardi Gras. I knew I didn't have what it takes. I have too much regard for my record, my body and my personal safety. Partying in the French Quarter on some random Tuesday and Wednesday night with a bunch of corporate stiffs was more than enough crazy for me.

So, at this point in my life, I'll live with hearing how it went from others. Too much for me. Nutty fucking place as it is. Loved it, loved the food, loved all of it, but putting that scene on steroids is well over my head.

It was fun to do when I was in my early 20s. I have no interest in doing it now. I enjoy JazzFest now, but my Mardi Gras days are over. Now that being said, if you knew someone who was a local, and you were attending a bunch of local Mardi Gras parties with people who have grown up there, I'd be in.

Don't go to the Quarter for Mardi Gras parade - get up on St. Charles Ave or out toward Lakewood. Some of the daytime parades out in the non-French Quarter are actually quite family friendly. Eveybody is carrying go-cups but The Throbber survived his parents drinking like Don Draper, so it won't harm the 21st century kids a bit to see mom and dad sloshed on occasion.

HoustonHusky

Way back in my single days I use to go the first weekend of Mardi Gras with my sister-in-law's women's soccer team...there used to be (still maybe?) a women's adult tournament the first weekend. Got disinvited going forward after an incident the third time around...apparently having their star player (not my sister-in-law) bringing a trash can from the hotel room to throw-up in during a game did not endear me to the team.

Agree on the local scene...some good times.

Apparently the parades have gotten more humorous and political...or I just didn't notice before:

PurpleThrobber

NOLA is fucking great politically. Just a total shitshow. The Dems pretty well have local gubmint locked down but there's enough good ol' boys drinking whiskey and rye to keep it hopping.

I'd go to NOLA 1000 times over Vegas. The Throbber doesn't gamble so that does shit for me. But NOLA has food, drink and music up the Ying Yang twins.....SWIDT?

Rock me some Sazerac, a little Carousel bar and then Laissez les bons temps rouler over at The Spotted Cat.

WilburHooksHands

PurpleThrobber said:

SFGbob said:

creepycoug said:

Let me say this, to all of that.

We had a management retreat in NO back in 2000. We stayed in the French Quarter in a nice hotel (for the area) one side of which fronted Bourbon Street. We had a hospitality suite that had a large armoire with drawers full of beads. Shockingly, HR decided we're never going back there after our Corporate Affairs VP had a picture of him taken (by me - nobody has a sense of humor any more) coming out of the Hustler store and posted at another event later in the year. I thought it was funny; so did he.

Anyway, I digress. We were down there in late March ... after Mardi Gras ... during the week. And even then, the partying was non-stop and full on fucking nuts. I knew then and there that I lacked the ballz to party at actual Mardi Gras. I knew I didn't have what it takes. I have too much regard for my record, my body and my personal safety. Partying in the French Quarter on some random Tuesday and Wednesday night with a bunch of corporate stiffs was more than enough crazy for me.

So, at this point in my life, I'll live with hearing how it went from others. Too much for me. Nutty fucking place as it is. Loved it, loved the food, loved all of it, but putting that scene on steroids is well over my head.

It was fun to do when I was in my early 20s. I have no interest in doing it now. I enjoy JazzFest now, but my Mardi Gras days are over. Now that being said, if you knew someone who was a local, and you were attending a bunch of local Mardi Gras parties with people who have grown up there, I'd be in.

Don't go to the Quarter for Mardi Gras parade - get up on St. Charles Ave or out toward Lakewood. Some of the daytime parades out in the non-French Quarter are actually quite family friendly. Eveybody is carrying go-cups but The Throbber survived his parents drinking like Don Draper, so it won't harm the 21st century kids a bit to see mom and dad sloshed on occasion.

Galveston has a great Mardis Gras.