Saturday! Our final day. On that day, all moments were leading up to creux de vieux (a politically charge and satirical parade that many people claim is their favorite night of mardi gras--lucky us!). We started with a hearty breakfast at Elizabeth's. I had poached eggs on artichoke hearts with grits. And, I ordered a side of praline bacon. OMGOMOGMOG. It was sweet and salty and the best.
i used the occasion of a parade to wear a lot of patterns, again. |
The bloody mary was spicy and perfect and the real reason I loved it is because there were so many olives and pickled greens in it. The measure of a good mary, to me, is the accoutrements (they are not pictured because the first thing I do when I receive a good mary is eat all the olives immediately). AND, since it's New Orleans we could take our drinks to go. Which, we did. And, I posed with mine and the New Orleans skyline using my new favorite pose that I learned from a middle aged, male European tourist. I saw him doing the devil ears (?) the day earlier and chastised myself for not thinking of it on my own.
my wine partners. |
We took a walk along the river and through some lovely little neighborhoods and then stopped at Bacchanal. It was the weirdest type of place, where you could buy any of their bottle of wines and drink it in their backyard. It was weird because upon entering the spot, you might just think you were entering a small, dimly lit wine shop. But, then you walk outside and there's a delightful area for lounging. And, they source really good cheese snacks. AND, they were doing a Greek wine tasting! Phew.
lighted up sperms. teehee. |
We spent the rest of the day and night having our friend take us from his friends' houses to the parade and back. It's hard to get pictures of the parade when you're 5 feet tall and only have an camera phone, but I love that big shot right in front there. It was a raucous evening with a lot of good humored people. I usually hate parades and anything that requires hoards of people to gather, but there was something different about this. It seems like parades and festival type gatherings are at the core of New Orleans so the crowd moved with greater ease, like blood pumping the heart of the city. We were all in it together.
And then we woke up at 5am to catch a flight home. What a way to ring in my 4th decade.
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