We were going to stay for a while and see Chubby Carrier at the Cajun Brunch, but I got paranoid about how long it was going to take us to get back into New Orleans on the Sunday before Mardi Gras. We took off around noon and headed for NOLA on Highway 90 through Cajun country. The day before we took I-10 and made it in 2 hours and 15 minutes. On Sunday, we made it back to the apartment 5 and a half hours later. We drove all around Uptown, everything was blocked, but we got to see some giraffes at the zoo. Finally, I had to go over to Claiborne, jump on the 10, drive down Esplanade and back up Royal, across Canal, down by the Convention Center and finally over onto Prytania and back to the house. Exhausting. All my fault, for missing one turn in construction, but still e
I jumped out of the car and headed for Box O' Wine, one of my favorite parades. I came back to the apartment an hour later, wined-up and ready to get cleaned up and go back to Bacchus. Even though I stood on the sidewalk and "out of the way" I still got plenty of wine sprayed in my mouth, something about the way I present myself, I guess.
After the big Bacchus parade, we walked Mary home and I took Brock and Sami around to try and get him something to eat (vegetarian bs). Juan's closed down as we went in, so I took them up on St. Charles to see the clean up and find something else. I think they were pretty amazed at the level of trash and the level of clean up. We ended up eating at the Trolley Stop, so tough to have to settle for that (sarcasm heavily implied) the wait staff was highly entertaining, as ever, and we wandered home to bed stuffed and listening to people scream about Lundi Gras.