More Mardi Gras
Feb. 23rd, 2004 03:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
and_chocolateYeah, I know. Spamming today. But I'm cut-tagging, so folks who couldn't care less can skip stuff.
It was apparently cold. Lots of folks were wearing coats and shivering. I was just wearing my jeans and a fairly thin top and I was comfortable. (Again, less waist and more boobs, if you're trying to picture me in the top. The gap between the o-ring and the actual neckline? Much bigger. You can see several of my tattoos and inches of cleavage.)
Elijah had a throne on the float, but he spent more time standing than he did sitting in it. Sometimes he stood on it, though I think he was making the organizers (and me) nervous when he did that, because it swiveled. He threw doubloons and beads (and occasionally beers, though those he actually handed down to people), often over his shoulder without looking and sometimes by the handful if he couldn't get them untangled.
I've already said how theatrical he was being, but I think it bears repeating. *g* I'm not sure if I should be pleased or embarrassed that I recognized him in the dark at 100 yards, just from how he moved. And he looked absolutely edible. Tights for men should come back into fashion. Between him and Orlando, they could start a "guys in skirts" fad.... (Thinks about that for a few minutes.)
Ahem.
The parade started at 5:15 (in theory; I don't know this for sure) and it was after nine when his float got to where I started out (about four blocks from the end of the route). It took them about a half hour to get the rest of the route and he ran out of throws several times during that, with the parade organizers hunting down more for him each time. Occasionally people would throw him their own beads to re-throw. *g* (He was really cute the first time this happened. He looked at the guy, raised his eyebrows, and mouthed, "You want me to throw these?" I thought it was nice of him to check and make sure the guy didn't intend for him to keep them.)
I was surprised that no one seemed to be flashing him, but then there was a pretty serious police presence in the area so I suppose they didn't want to be arrested. Regardless of what you hear about Mardi Gras and what's shown in movies (and on COPS), outside of the French Quarter people are actually reasonably well-behaved (and clothed). I think Elijah was probably the most obscene person I saw all night, what with his musical number (which I am still kicking myself for not continuing to record). *g* (How wrong is it that I find the fact that he swears like a longshoreman to be adorable and endearing?)
Speaking of cops, a guy got arrested right in front of me. A bunch of the members of the Krewe of Bacchus ride in the parade on horseback, and they were trying to pass by the (stopped) float Elijah was on, but people weren't paying much attention and weren't moving out of the way of the horses. (I moved. I have self-preservation instinct, thank you.) One guy apparently gave some shit to the woman who was walking ahead and warning people to move. The cops were on him like white on rice--in about ten seconds.
I didn't actually stick around for the rest of the parade once Elijah's float had gone into the convention center because I only slept for 1-1/2 hours Saturday night and I was dead on my feet. I stopped by a convenience store on the way back to the hotel and picked up a frozen dinner, some chips, and a soda for dinner. There's a microwave in my room, but unfortunately I failed to think about the silverware problem, so I ended up eating a gravy-covered chicken breast with my fingers. At least I didn't get the lasagne. *g*
And I think that brings things up to today.
It's 4:30 and I've got 2-1/2 hours before I can even go to the party. I'm not sure how early I want to get there, because it's really a fine balance between being sure not to miss things and being geekily early. And what if Elijah shows and is at the party early, waiting for Dom to arrive on his float? And what if I miss that? It's a good thing I don't chew my nails anymore, because I'd be doing it right about now.
And that's really stupid, because I don't have any guarantee that Elijah's even going to be there, just my own intuition saying that a) it's a musically oriented party, and b) I can't imagine him not sticking around an extra day to hang out with Dom some more, since their parades were on sequential days.
*contemplates "tool" tattoo for forehead, right below "poor impulse control" tattoo*
ETA: Need information! Does anyone know definitively if Dom likes chocolate?
It was apparently cold. Lots of folks were wearing coats and shivering. I was just wearing my jeans and a fairly thin top and I was comfortable. (Again, less waist and more boobs, if you're trying to picture me in the top. The gap between the o-ring and the actual neckline? Much bigger. You can see several of my tattoos and inches of cleavage.)
Elijah had a throne on the float, but he spent more time standing than he did sitting in it. Sometimes he stood on it, though I think he was making the organizers (and me) nervous when he did that, because it swiveled. He threw doubloons and beads (and occasionally beers, though those he actually handed down to people), often over his shoulder without looking and sometimes by the handful if he couldn't get them untangled.
I've already said how theatrical he was being, but I think it bears repeating. *g* I'm not sure if I should be pleased or embarrassed that I recognized him in the dark at 100 yards, just from how he moved. And he looked absolutely edible. Tights for men should come back into fashion. Between him and Orlando, they could start a "guys in skirts" fad.... (Thinks about that for a few minutes.)
Ahem.
The parade started at 5:15 (in theory; I don't know this for sure) and it was after nine when his float got to where I started out (about four blocks from the end of the route). It took them about a half hour to get the rest of the route and he ran out of throws several times during that, with the parade organizers hunting down more for him each time. Occasionally people would throw him their own beads to re-throw. *g* (He was really cute the first time this happened. He looked at the guy, raised his eyebrows, and mouthed, "You want me to throw these?" I thought it was nice of him to check and make sure the guy didn't intend for him to keep them.)
I was surprised that no one seemed to be flashing him, but then there was a pretty serious police presence in the area so I suppose they didn't want to be arrested. Regardless of what you hear about Mardi Gras and what's shown in movies (and on COPS), outside of the French Quarter people are actually reasonably well-behaved (and clothed). I think Elijah was probably the most obscene person I saw all night, what with his musical number (which I am still kicking myself for not continuing to record). *g* (How wrong is it that I find the fact that he swears like a longshoreman to be adorable and endearing?)
Speaking of cops, a guy got arrested right in front of me. A bunch of the members of the Krewe of Bacchus ride in the parade on horseback, and they were trying to pass by the (stopped) float Elijah was on, but people weren't paying much attention and weren't moving out of the way of the horses. (I moved. I have self-preservation instinct, thank you.) One guy apparently gave some shit to the woman who was walking ahead and warning people to move. The cops were on him like white on rice--in about ten seconds.
I didn't actually stick around for the rest of the parade once Elijah's float had gone into the convention center because I only slept for 1-1/2 hours Saturday night and I was dead on my feet. I stopped by a convenience store on the way back to the hotel and picked up a frozen dinner, some chips, and a soda for dinner. There's a microwave in my room, but unfortunately I failed to think about the silverware problem, so I ended up eating a gravy-covered chicken breast with my fingers. At least I didn't get the lasagne. *g*
And I think that brings things up to today.
It's 4:30 and I've got 2-1/2 hours before I can even go to the party. I'm not sure how early I want to get there, because it's really a fine balance between being sure not to miss things and being geekily early. And what if Elijah shows and is at the party early, waiting for Dom to arrive on his float? And what if I miss that? It's a good thing I don't chew my nails anymore, because I'd be doing it right about now.
And that's really stupid, because I don't have any guarantee that Elijah's even going to be there, just my own intuition saying that a) it's a musically oriented party, and b) I can't imagine him not sticking around an extra day to hang out with Dom some more, since their parades were on sequential days.
*contemplates "tool" tattoo for forehead, right below "poor impulse control" tattoo*
ETA: Need information! Does anyone know definitively if Dom likes chocolate?