- This guy:
one of Krewe of Chaos's lieutenants, fell off his horse right in front of us. In all fairness, the horse did give a little buck, but large quantities of booze probably also played a role. The parade stopped for several minutes as cops swarmed around and checked him out. When he finally stood up, waved, and hobbled away, the crowd cheered him like an injured, hometown quarterback.
- Many of the flambeaus were Hispanic. This probably means very little to people elsewhere, but it is a significant marker of the changing face of New Orleans in these strange times.
- Muses, as always, was fantastic - best krewe ever. Go sassy, smart ladies!
Friday, February 24, 2006
Back in the Saddle Again
Three items worth mentioning from last night's parades viewing: