Twenty-five years ago today, 7 friends and I converged from points hither & yon, on the fair city of New Orleans, for a Mardi Gras celebration.
We first four who arrived in time for happy hour checked in at Le Richelieu, "down deep in the French Quarter,' and headed out into the wild wind. Returned home 3:00am. Doorbell 3:45 and it's the quartet from Florida, arrived by car and toting softball bats... naturally, back out into the wild wind - this time to Pat O'Brien's (Home of the 'Hurricane').
We first four who arrived in time for happy hour checked in at Le Richelieu, "down deep in the French Quarter,' and headed out into the wild wind. Returned home 3:00am. Doorbell 3:45 and it's the quartet from Florida, arrived by car and toting softball bats... naturally, back out into the wild wind - this time to Pat O'Brien's (Home of the 'Hurricane').
Laissez Les Bontemps Rouller! ...
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| ...with Good Buddy, "Bud" Melman (and Kissinger?) |
He was laughing, screaming, yelling but not saying anything comprehensible (neither were we, I'm sure) - long, lugubrious hair-pulling laughter - and in the continuing din we all sort of hooted, pointed, and went on lurching and screaming until I grabbed a house photographer to take a lovely portrait of the group. |
| A Total Scream |
In the next four days and nights, we survived all manner of insult, eviction (from Le Richelieu), and depravity... but I count our good fortune at meeting and imbibing with Larry to have been the "lucky clover" that got our Mardi Gras off on just the right foot.
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I had a great time on that bash but lost the entire party when we got kicked out of the first hotel..... have been going down for mardi gras and jazzfest with serious regularity ever since - that trip began my love affair with the crescent city jk
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