Hello Awesome!

Every year I try to do something new at Mardi Gras, so it doesn’t get stale.  (People find it hard to believe MG would ever be stale, but anything can become routine if you let it.)  This year I did a photo shoot with a local New Orleans photographer, Kimberly Edwards, on Lundi Gras.  She is part of an all-ladies krewe that I belong to (KDW) so one of the outfits I wore was the standard corset/bloomers “uniform” we try to adhere to.  The ponytail wig was definitely not Storyville period accurate, but it was fun and a huge hit.

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I know, right?

To see more of these and to see Kimberly’s other awesome work, check her out at https://kimberly-edwards.squarespace.com/my-x100-blog/2013/2/27/anime-boudoir 

New Orleans Bound

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By this time next week, I’ll actually be home from the greatest show on earth. I’ll have gotten in the shower and tried to scrape off temporary tattoos and stamps, and wondered where that bruise came from, or those scrapes.  I’ll be pretty sure my nails will never come clean.

Stickers will be peeled off bags and jackets with their booze or BeadWhore proclamations.  Dirty clothes will be unwrapped from the more fragile (or dirtier) items.  Anything edible thrown onto the counter.  The camera thrown onto the computer.

I’ll put everything in the washing machine that could possibly be washed that way and after drying, the lint trap will be full of glitter, sequins, beads, Popeye’s receipts and bits of feathers. Some things will make it through the wash, others had their last hurrah.  This isn’t a trip where things are treated gently.

Then I’ll sit down and go through all the weird stuff that came back with me and try to make piles of where it all will go – like the doubloons my niece thinks are fairy money.  Or beads that would be perfect for someone at work.  Things in the apartment will have to be shifted to accommodate fresh decorations.  Old stuff into storage, new stuff on display.  Nothing will be put away of course.  Not for a few days.  It will sit around in slightly organized heaps as we step over it all until I work my way through, because right then I need a giant nap.

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But that’s next week.  Tomorrow I print out my boarding passes. See you soon, Mardi Gras.

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Is it Mardi Gras Yet?

It’s mid-December and you know what that means…Mardi Gras is right around the corner!

Christmas is nice and all, but come on.  We’re all just really biding our time until the REAL holidays start.  If you’ve never been I must ask – why the hell not?  I hear so many people say “I’ve always wanted to go”, and then they don’t.  They have a bazillion stupid reasons.  I’ve never heard a good reason why someone can’t go.  The most often used:  I can’t afford it.  Really?  You have Starbucks every day.  You chose to drive a Jetta instead of a Neon.  You fly home/to significant other/to Vegas every other month.  You aren’t making Mardi Gras a priority in your life and everyone should, at least once.

It’s not all that expensive either, if you don’t want it to be.  Or it could be ridiculously expensive if you choose.  There are so many levels of involvement and spending possible that I don’t even know where to start.  So I’ll just not, and run down my check list of things I need to accomplish or have gotten out of the way.  If you want to know more about experiencing Mardi Gras, I have a bunch of older posts that cover my experiences and advice, starting with this one.

  • Plane ticket – done (It’s cheaper for me to drive, even if I have to pay for parking, but I’m getting lazy in my old age and willing to spring for a non-stop flight)
  • Hotel – done (Sharing a room with 3 other people is the way to go on this trip if you want to stay in the middle of the action.  Less expensive options would be a hotel in the suburbs and driving/taxing in every day)
  • Costumes – working on it (costuming is always optional but every year I seem to bring less and less of the “normal” clothes and more of the ridiculous fun stuff.  I just ordered three new wigs, which I totally didn’t need).
  • Throws – working on it.  I happen to belong to two small walking krewes and will be around for some of the events, where I would like to have some throws to hand out.  If you are not in a krewe this is optional of course, but it’s so much fun to throw things off balconies and otherwise barter with strangers so why wouldn’t you buy a little?  Again though, totally unnecessary.

Those are my main four planning items right now.  I also have to make sure I have money for food, airport transportation, and the occasional taxi ride, not to mention drinks.  THIS is where people have a problem if they are on a tight budget.  I hardly (if ever) drink alcohol so I’m not spending all that much but some people feel they can’t enjoy the trip unless they are stinking drunk every waking minute, which is not really what Mardi Gras is about.  Well, it kind of is but not to the point where a sober person can’t have a great time.  No really.  Ask any of the 100 or so people I meet up with every year if they have ever seen me drunk.  There might be a whole three of them (and they may not have even realized I was).

So, I’m waiting for three funky wigs from an anime site and crossing my fingers that they fit my little head.  I don’t know dick about anime but I appreciate the crazy-ass wigs these fans can get for a reasonable price.  I’m also updating one of my krewe costumes with new bloomers.  That’s a whole other story though….

The Mardi Gras Aftermath (Besides the Cold and Unexplained Bruising)

Since she put it so eloquently, I have “Shared” this from my friend Amy Lynn Crabtree Campbell:

For those of you who think all that happens among me and mine at Mardi Gras is drunken revelry, let me bring you up to speed on what my friends and I accomplished over that too-short departure from the regular world:

We raised $5,500 for breast cancer research in about 90 minutes by auctioning off creative handmade bras during our Lundi Gras afternoon soiree.

We raised over $850 for autism research via the sale of our silly Street Drinking Permits.

We raised just over $2,000 for brain cancer research during our Lundi Gras evening balcony party

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So, think about that. It’s not at all what you see on Cops or Girls Gone Wild, when me and mine get together in New Orleans.

We Interrupt This Musing…

…To bring you a story of how some asshats ruined Mardi Gras for one little girl (and her mom).  What I meant to write today was the beginning of my MG report, written mostly for my sister who likes to live vicariously through my Mardi Gras (at least until most of her income isn’t sucked up by day care), and then I ran across this blog post that a friend shared through facebook.  It was heartbreaking and infuriating.  Go on, read it.  I’ll wait.

See what I mean?  Douchebags.

“I don’t feel like I am different than everyone else during Mardi Gras, Mama. During Mardi Gras, everyone is a little weird like me.“

That is so distressing because I know that feeling.  I can ignore it pretty well as an “adult” but it is SO familiar.  Like most people with a heart I read the post, felt it, commented on it.   Then I went to try and take a nap, still being exhausted from the trip and with a case of the MG Crud (which is what we call it when you inevitably get sick from running around in cold weather, live on Luna bars and Slim Jims for about a week, and hug and kiss dozens of people that you only see once a year).  But my mind was racing so here I am.  Thinking about what would have happened if they had been standing next to me instead and the people I watch parades with.  Thinking about where my Muses shoe is and wondering if I can send it to her.  Thinking about what I could possibly tell this girl that would make any kind of difference so Mardi Gras would be magic to her again and wipe that ugly incident from her mind.  Probably nothing, and still my brain won’t stop.  Because even though it wouldn’t help, this is what I would like to tell her:

 

Weird?  Retard?  These are not words that describe you.  These are words used by people who don’t understand the world yet.  They may never understand the world, but you see it and you are able to notice the differences everywhere.  You have a light in you that is bright and wonderful, and that means you will do great things in your life.  Not every person has a light that bright.  Some people have almost no light at all, and they walk around being very confused by people who are not the same as they are.   They don’t know how to appreciate what life is about but I think you do.  That makes you unique, but in the best way of all.  I know it is hard to feel like you are different, but don’t let your light dim.  Many people would give anything to have a light like that, but they don’t know how to get it.

This is Where I Remind You I’m Going to Mardi Gras and You are Probably Not…

  • The boarding passes are printed.  With a good 2+ hours in my favorite airport…Atlanta.  The black hole of air travel.
  • My luggage has been pawned off on my lovely roommate who is driving south as we speak.  I could get used to this service.
  • Down jacket has been sprayed liberally with Camp Dry and left to cure for 48 hours per instructions.  Do I think this will really waterproof my coat?  No, but it’s better than nothing because it looks like it will be chilly AND POUR until Sunday.  Thank you, Charlton Heston, for your declaration that keeps it from raining on Bacchus Sunday.
  • Copious amounts of spending cash have been withdrawn (copious for ME anyway), to be placed in several locations on my person because I am ever the paranoid traveler.
  • The freezer has been stocked with a variety of Hungry-Man dinners so my husband does not wither away and die while I am gone.  Even though he is the “good” cook in the family, he seems to forget to eat when I am away.  It’s like he falls into a near-coma state in his recliner watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond or King of Queens until I come home.

There is what looks to be a toxic mess the size of Love Canal surrounding my backpack – the one piece of baggage I’m actually carrying myself.   It is the detritus of whatever I couldn’t bear to part with early or couldn’t pack until the last minute.  This WILL fit neatly into the backpack with a lovely sense of order until TSA tears it apart searching for something that looks funny on the x-ray.  My guess for this year is the stainless steel KDW flask.  Or we’ll argue over whether chapstick and creme eyeshadow belongs in the clear baggie or not.  Good times.  I actually get disappointed if TSA doesn’t look through my baggage on the way to Mardi Gras.  This year there’s a lot less weirdness to go through though.  All the random costume pieces are with Rachel, as are the wigs and the parade throws for KOE and KDW.  But at least we can chuckle over the awesome KDW logo (which I would love to post here but I can’t remember if it’s relatively secret unless you know us or see us on the prowl) and my fuzzy green hat that declares “BeadWhore”.

I know I’m forgetting something.  Mental note: throw on the medical ID bracelet.  Why I think to do that when I travel but never any other time I don’t know.  I guess I want my body to be easily identified if I wind up dead in an alley in a city away from home, but I assume local people would know me?  This is how my mind works.  It would be nice if I do the laundry before I leave so I only have to deal with half as much when I come home but the entire house will be infected with dirt and glitter and feathers and who knows what else no matter what.  That’s what Ash Wednesday is for.  Laundry.

Random Mardi Gras Wisdom that Fits Nowhere Else

I think I’ve finished up whatever helpful information I have for Mardi Gras newbies; this is really more of a catch-all location for random tidbits that pop into my head as I am packing and planning for The Event.  Rather than figure out where to shove them into the older posts, I’ll just be sloppy and list them all here in no particular order.  Enjoy and laissez le bon temps rouler.

Parking:

Just thinking about Mardi Gras parking gives me chest pains.  Transportation is probably my biggest worry each year, whether I drive or fly in.  It doesn’t need to be, but I am a worrier so I can’t help it.  If you have a hotel that allows you to park without paying extra, you are golden.  Most will charge @$25 per day though so budget for that.  If you are driving in each day it’s possible to find free or cheap parking veeeery far away from the CBD and FQ if you roll in early enough in the morning.  Some people will actually park at the airport and take the airport shuttle if they are staying a few days.  The last two years I drove, I parked at Harrah’s casino.  This worked great for me but they may have changed their rules so CALL AHEAD and ask about their parking fees.  At the time, I got my parking ticket validated by signing up and getting a player’s card, and gambling for 30 minutes.  On anything.  I played penny slots for a half hour one year and it validated my parking for the entire trip.  $4 for the entire trip, holy shit.  Last I heard, you have to gamble 30 minutes a day for each day you are there.  That’s still an awesome deal, and you might even get a free drink out of it.  But I have NO IDEA if this is still the case, so do your homework.  I’m assuming you don’t have friends who live in the city and will let you park at their house.

Yeah, I took a picture at Harrah's to remember where the car was. Don't judge.

Airport transportation:

I hate cabs.  HATE cabs.  I will avoid cabs at all cost because they are too expensive (@$33 one way per person to CBD) and usually smell like salami.  But, it is the easiest way to get from the airport to your destination (unless you are blessed with someone who will pick you up).  Find some folks at the ground transportation area and see if you can’t share a cab – most of you are going downtown or the French Quarter.  I’ve never taken the bus but I know such a thing exists to get downtown.  You can also rent a limo.  My transport of choice is normally the airport shuttle, although considering the things I hate about that, a cab might be the way to go for my sanity from now on.  The shuttle is $20 one way or $38 round-trip, and the frustrating part of the trip is actually waiting to go.  You’ll stand around for a long time and eventually you’ll be allowed on a shuttle…where you will sit for a long time, wondering what you are waiting for.  The shuttle will be full.  There will be other shuttles there for new folks.  You’re hot and impatient and everyone will be looking at each other and wondering what the hell is going on.  This process once added an extra two hours to my trip and I was ready to kill someone when I finally escaped.  I mean you’re going to New Orleans during Mardi Gras – you sprinted off the plane and jumped up and down with anticipation waiting for your luggage, and now to have to sit on a full, unmoving shuttle is TORTURE.  And no matter where you are staying, your hotel stop will be the last one.  You’ll crawl through the FQ in that van watching people outside having a great time and you’ll be about to explode.  Seriously, the cab is looking better all the time.  If you do a round-trip with the shuttle, make sure you are waiting for them EARLY and have a backup plan.  Last year, they stopped at my Canal St. hotel either 30 minutes earlier than my pick-up time OR they didn’t come by at all and I was almost screwed.  I had to run across Canal on Fat Tuesday to the Marriott and catch a cab, hyperventilating and yelling into the phone at my husband over the sounds of truck horns and sirens “I CAN’T GET OUT!  I CAN’T LEAVE!”.  I was ultra-pissed and they gave me a refund at the airport for the return trip, but I was freaking out about almost missing my flight.  By the end of the trip every year, I am just worn to the ground and want nothing more than to be home in my own bed.  By that point I have no more patience for humans, sequins, feathers or beads.

Open Container:

My first Mardi Gras, I spent half the time asking my friend Susan if it was really legal for me to be drinking out in the open on the street like I was.  I spent the other half drinking.  I’m a Yankee – I’d never heard of a “go-cup”.  While it’s not cool to be drinking from glass on the street, an open plastic container with alcohol is no problem.  That may not be news to you but it blew my mind.

Jen models a "go-cup" but anything not glass will do.

Pictures:

I can’t say this enough:  Take lots of pictures.  Of you, of the people you are with, of the city, of the parades, of all the wonderful weirdness that is New Orleans and Mardi Gras.  I’m lucky to have a ton of great people around me that are taking and posting their pictures so if I miss something, chances are good I can get a pic anyway.  The moment is not lost.  But you probably don’t have that 100+ person support system, you have to rely on remembering to document everything.  Although I might break my own rule this year I say always take a cheap camera.  One that can take a beating.  Attach it to your belt or on a string of beads so you are less likely to put it down and forget it.  Many a camera has been lost, broken or stolen on this trip.  And yes, there is a large camera store on Canal if you find you need a new one.

Camera causalities happen to the best of us.

Crime:

Crime in New Orleans is really no different from crime in any other big city.  It happens.  Mostly to people who are not using common sense.  So use common sense like you would anywhere else and don’t let people who have never even been there make you think you are going to be unsafe.   BTW, there’s a police station on Royal Street and  they have a vending machine with all sorts of NOPD shirts and trinkets.  Go in and check it out – your support helps them which in turn helps all of us!

NOPD Royal Street vending machine - best deal in town for souvenirs!

Float Loading:

Find out where a parade starts and what time the riders start loading throws on to floats.  Grab a cab and go check it out.  It’s a great way to get a close up view of the floats.  Bacchus loads at the Convention Center Sunday afternoon and I often show up there to see the sights before its dark and crazy with people on the parade route.  I’m trying to catch throws at the parades so I don’t often notice how awesome the floats are.  This gives me the time to wander around and look at the artwork and take pictures.  It’s also way cool to see how the riders load up all their throws.  Remember that riders are not supposed to be throwing anything during this time, so don’t bother them for beads, just appreciate all the trouble they take to give us a great party every year.

Bacchus Baccha-Gator

Krewe Balls:

Have you been invited to a ball?  By all means go!  Balls are not for everyone, but I say try it at least once.  It’s a different way to see a parade.  Many balls are open to more than the krewe members.  For some, you need to know or locate a krewe member to purchase a ticket but I know for Orpheus you can purchase tickets online through their site.  Tickets generally run @$125-150 so it’s not the kind of thing most people do a lot, but it’s a special experience.  Pay attention to the dress code – they are serious about it.  Formal attire is required so bust out that old prom dress!  Okay, maybe not but you will probably need a floor length gown.  I have an orange glittery number that I have worn to Bacchus, Endymion and Orpheus.  I refuse to buy a new dress each time and no one knows or cares.  You can party for a few hours before the parade rolls in and then you get the craziness of the parade but indoors instead of out with the masses.  I actually prefer to be outside but others love the balls.  Make sure you bring a sweater though – inside doesn’t mean it will be warm, especially when the floats start rolling in.  You can purchase catered food for the event but are also able to bring your own – many people roll in with big coolers of food and booze.  Mixers are provided (soda, seltzer) but it’s BYOB.

It’s not a Purse Holder:

That’s a urinal in the Port-O-Potty.  You’re welcome.

Be ridiculous. You'll have a much better time.

Throw Me Something Mister!

Or:  What’s the big deal about Mardi Gras parades?

Some people attend Mardi Gras and never see a single parade.  That’s just a crying shame.  What are they doing instead?  They are usually holed up in a bar somewhere, drinking.  While I can appreciate that alcohol is often  a part of the festivities, if you just want to sit and drink you can do it at home.  No reason to make travel arrangements to go all the way to New Orleans for that.  See at least one damn parade!

The Rex boeuf gras float on Fat Tuesday morning.

A New Orleans parade is not what your idea of a parade is.  A New Orleans parade is interactive.  It’s energetic.  It’s a contact sport.  And I suggest you see what it’s all about.  Different parades have different atmospheres, and even the same parade will feel different depending on where you are watching it.  Parades are everywhere, from uptown New Orleans to the suburbs.  You can experience them standing on the curb, crushed up against a barricade, sitting in viewing stands, looking off balconies, or in the final end point location at a Krewe ball (often the Superdome or convention center).   You can catch them for a few minutes as you are walking to something else, or you can camp out all day to keep your perfect spot.

Orpheus floats coming into the Convention Center for Orpheuscapade.

When most people talk about Mardi Gras parades they are usually thinking of the ones with the large floats carrying riders but there are “walking” krewes as well.  These may be smaller but the people in them have just as much fun.  These walking krewes are the only ones allowed to parade in the French Quarter – all others have standard routes in other parts of the city where the streets are large enough to accommodate the floats.  (I don’t do history here; I just give you my wisdom from things observed over the years as a tourist, but there is plenty of parade, float, and throw history to be found if you are so inclined.)

So when you think of a parade you think of floats, bands, people on horseback, music, sirens, miscellaneous entertainment in between…right?  Now supersize that idea AND add in things being thrown to you.  At you.  Hurled, in fact.  Lots of things.  Mostly beads but also cups, doubloons, stuffed animals, feather boas, hats, Frisbees, random stuff that lights up, etc…. You can’t even imagine.  You’ll never be able to go to a “normal” parade again; it will be such a disappointment to you.  You are thinking that who cares, you don’t really want any of that crap, and maybe you don’t.  But as soon as you get close enough to a parade to catch things you will transform.  Suddenly you will become a competitive 10 year old kid who would knock his grandma over for a string of purple plastic beads.

Bacchus floats loading up with beads Sunday afternoon.

Location, location, location:

Many people have their favorite viewing spot that they stake out year after year.  Some people are lucky enough to actually LIVE on a parade route (the mind reels), or have a hotel room on the route.  Most of you will be coming from Bourbon and not want to walk too far so you’ll end up in the least desirable viewing location of all – Canal Street.  I watched parades from a metal barricade on Canal for many years until I got my act together and found friends with better places, but Canal works just fine for most people who’d rather catch an occasional parade for a few minutes before going back to boozing.  Any location with barricades is going to be hard to cross (both before and during a parade) so if you are on the wrong side and want to get back to your hotel you are in for a long wait or long walk to find somewhere without barricades to jump.  Some cops will help you out and some will not.  If you have a cop who tells you to wait until the parade is over, DO NOT ignore him and sprint across the street.  You might get arrested and that’s just stupid for you.  In fact, I think it’s safe to say when in New Orleans, do not go against any law enforcement officer’s instructions.  They don’t have time to play with over-privileged and over-served tourists who think the rules don’t apply to them.  Behave.  Find a spot and make friends with the people standing around you.  They can be your best allies or your worst enemies when it comes to catching throws.  You want people who are willing to share when they get a batch of good stuff, and you should too.  I’m short, so for me the perfect parade neighbor is a tall guy who likes the fun of catching stuff but doesn’t really care about keeping it.  Don’t stand near kids.  They get all the good stuff tossed to them and never share.  Plus they are tiny and speedy and will grab stuff on the ground much faster than you can.  PLUS you have to watch your mouth around them (a deal breaker for me) and you can’t get mad at them because…well…they’re kids.  Pretty little teenage girls that weigh 90 pounds and look sweet as praline pie?  Don’t stand near them either.

Attention Getters:

If you are serious about your parade revelry you will bring something to get you noticed by float riders.  Most people who want to do this make signs or wear funky costumes.  For night parades, think bright neon colors and things that light up.  You want them to see you, make eye contact and decide to throw to you.  I hang with some folks who get very elaborate with their signage and costuming, but sometimes I think that’s more for our own entertainment – a pizza box and Sharpie can make a fine sign that works too.  What to write?

  • The name of the krewe (Endymion RULES! Or HAIL BACCHUS for example)
  • Something personal (My First Mardi Gras or Here from Australia)
  • If you know a rider and what float they are on, make a sign with their name so they can find you

    A wipe off board is perfect when you know a lot of riders on different floats.

The most dangerous sign I’ve ever seen (because it was effective) was a giant bulls-eye with a hole cut in the middle for the person’s head to stick through.  I think many riders took that as a challenge.  DON’T do this unless you have outstanding medical and dental coverage.  And even then, don’t do it.  Beads hurt.  You will learn this the first time you aren’t paying attention when a float goes by.  Most riders try to make eye contact with someone they are throwing to, but sometimes they are just throwing.

Big, bright signage!

Another Thing About Location:

Let’s say you do know someone riding in a parade and you want to make sure they see you on the route.  They will be able to tell you their float number or title, maybe their location on the float, and what side of the float.  They’ll say either sidewalk side or neutral ground side.  Whaaaa?  I’ll give you the best explanation not written by me:

“For those of you who are confused about the “sidewalk side” vs “neutral ground” side – these descriptions are based on when the parade is on St. Charles, uptown.  For those who understand better the “driver side” vs “passenger side” (as if you’re riding in a car) – driver’s side=neutral ground side; passenger side=sidewalk side. ” From http://www.mapmardigras.com/krewe-riders.html

Do’s and Don’t:

  • DO bring food and drink (especially if you are early to a parade)

    Don't steal any N.O. shopping carts, but if you happen to have one...

  • DON’T be that jerk who jumps in front of people with their giant sign every time a float comes by
  • DO be nice to your neighbors and share when you get a bundle of beads
  • DON’T throw anything at the float riders
  • DO get a parade app on your smartphone (there are several – Google “Mardi Gras parade apps”)
  • DON’T flash –not cool at parades
  • DO scope out where a legal restroom is before you need it
  • DON’T encroach on the marching bands ‘ space – you’ll get hit with a tuba or shoved by security
  • DO pay attention to riders throwing to avoid injuries to your face!
  • DON’T move people’s coolers or chairs, find your own space
  • DO toss quarters to the guys carrying the fire – they are flambeaux carriers, a Carnival tradition and how the original night festivities were lit.  These guys work hard and are very entertaining to watch.

King Cake, Complete with Disturbing Imagery

One day I will publish a cookbook titled “Things I Can Make that Don’t Taste Like Crap”.  Until then, I will post such things as this.

Since I’m coming down off my post-king cake sugar high I will not go into the history of king cake as I do not have the energy.  Someone else can pitch in if they want.  Suffice it to say, this bread/pastry has to do with Mardi Gras and the Carnival season which started on January 6th.  So we made this to celebrate it.  The recipe is kind of lengthy (compared to the  stuff I usually make) but hang in there.

Cake Ingredients:

1/4 cup water

1 cup whole milk

1/2 cup melted butter (1 stick)

1 large egg

1 tsp. vanilla

1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 cup white sugar

4 1/2 cup bread flour (1 1/4 lb.)

1 tbsp. vital wheat gluten

1 packet of yeast

1 tsp. cinnamon and dash of nutmeg (both optional)

In a bowl mix water, milk and egg.  Melt butter and add to mixture.  Mix completely.  Next add vanilla, salt, sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg.  As always, mix completely.

Add flour one cup at a time for the first three cups (mix after each one).  Add the last cup and a half with the wheat gluten and yeast, then mix until the dough pulls away from the sides and all dry ingredients are incorporated.

Grab another large bowl and coat it with oil.  Take dough and roll it around the oiled bowl until all sides are coated.  Cover bowl with plastic wrap and let sit in a warm location for two hours.

Filling Ingredients:

1 cup light brown sugar

1/4 cup melted butter

Mix these!  If you feel that’s not enough and you need more, we won’t judge.  Roll dough out on a lightly floured surface and spread your sugar mixture.

Rachel's shirt claims she's a saint. It's false advertising.

Fold dough (or roll) several times until you get a long tube of dough.  Now here’s the part I always suck at:  Connect the two ends of the dough, making sure there’s no seam.  Yeah right.

Place dough on a parchment covered baking sheet and once again cover with plastic wrap.  Let rise 45 minutes.

Makes one big cake or two mini ones.

After 45 minutes take a brush and cover the cake with milk, making sure to brush the sides as well as top.  Place cake in oven at 350 degrees for 35 minutes.  If your oven is crazy hot like my old one used to be, try 325 for 25 minutes.  If you don’t know if you have a crazy hot oven, you don’t.

Milked and ready for the oven (at last).

Icing Part One:

1/2 cup powdered sugar

7  tsp whole milk

This is a thin icing to pour over the whole cake as soon as it comes out of the oven.  Use all of the icing then let the cake cool at least 10 minutes.

CAUTION:  Here’s where we go from average cooking blog post and venture into WTF, which is where you have to go if you hang out with me.  I think only ladies can appreciate this next observation, and it may even be too much for some of you ladies so I apologize.  Once some things are read, they can’t be unread so tread carefully.  But it won’t stop me from saying it.  Once our little cake rings cooked and puffed up they looked like…a cervix.  Exactly like a giant cervix.  Ask me how I know that.  I dare you.

ANYWAY…in that case, there was only one place to hide the baby.

If this was in any way proportionate to real life, I'd almost consider having a baby.

Now for the final part – Icing Part Two:

1 cup powdered sugar

7 tsp whole milk

This icing is thicker but you can brush it on as well.  Add your purple, green and gold (okay yellow – Wal-Mart doesn’t carry gold) sprinkles.  Ta-Da!  This type of king cake is more like a bread, I know some are more like coffee cakes. To each his own, this is pretty tasty!

And yes, I'm using the awesome lobster feet platter.

I know what you’re thinking now.  It’s a purple, green and gold cervix.  And then we stuck candles in it for Rachel’s birthday.  You’re welcome.

The Flashing Manifesto

Disclaimers:  

1. If you don’t have a sense of humor, you might not want to continue reading this.
2. I don’t know how much experience you’d need to be called an “expert” in this area, but I don’t claim to be one.  I’m more of a “coach”.
3. This is all my opinion and if you have a different opinion, write your own damn manifesto.
4. Public nudity is a crime in New Orleans, even during Carnival.  Don’t call me to bail you out if you get arrested.
5. You will not find nudity in this post.  Move on if that’s what you’re here for.
Flashing?  What is this “flashing” you speak of?

Generally referring to women lifting their shirts to expose the breasts.  At men.  Sometimes for trinkets, to be on camera, or just because they want to.  Flashing can also be done by men unzipping the pants.  Women too can flash the lower half but this is really not advisable for anyone.  We are not going to talk about the lower techniques here.  As stated above, flashing is illegal and a lower-half flash is an excellent way to get arrested and sit in jail until Ash Wednesday.  Keeping in mind that this is illegal and you still want to flash someone while you are enjoying Mardi Gras, this manifesto will help you with ways you can play the bead-trading game in as positive a way possible. By the way, why won’t you get arrested every time you flash?  Several reasons.  Police officers are stretched very thin trying to keep all the Mardi Gras chaos at an acceptable level.  Their major concern with crowd control is keeping everyone safe and healthy. They are looking for pickpockets, people fighting or trying to start a fight, public urination, and other obvious buzz-killers.   Most are willing to let flashing go on to a certain point as long as people aren’t fighting each other to get a look or backing up big crowds where pickpockets get the most work.  Best to do your thing and move on – not cause a traffic jam over your boobs.   The best advice I can give you on avoiding an arrest if you must do this is to not flash around police officers, and certainly don’t do it if an officer has told you not to.  Seriously – if you do it anyway at that point you deserve to spend some time in jail. Respect the NOPD and all the other law enforcement brought in for the Carnival season.  They work hard for little thanks.  This manifesto assumes that you are wandering the Bourbon Street area in public, jealously staring at people wearing fantastic beads that you MUST have but aren’t about to pay for.  It also assumes that you are a lady with discriminating taste – not some drunken sorority girl about to puke on the Girls Gone Wild cameraman after making out with your sister and yelling “Hi Dad!”

Ladies Demand Quality

There are many levels of beads out there ranging from below-average parade beads to Presidential beads (which means you will be asked to “show the President” and is no longer nearly as funny now that GW’s out of office…).  If this is your first Mardi Gras you will want every strand of beads tossed your way and it will blow your mind as you see how many different types there are.  Hopefully, you won’t even see the below-average parade beads because most float riders in parades don’t bother to throw them anymore.  If you have to undo a plastic clasp to put them on, you don’t need those beads.  I don’t mean any disrespect to riders – they pay for those beads they are throwing us and can choose to buy whatever they’d like.  It’s their money and I love them for spending it on us.  Catch all the beads you can at parades and take them home for the kids, but we are talking about beads you are willing to “trade” for (far away from the kids) in this document.  Notice what types of beads are easily available by attending a parade or two. When you see a person on the street or on a balcony offering up beads of that caliber if you will lift your shirt, please pass on the offer.  Ladies Demand Quality!!!  I cannot stress that enough.  You are worth more than that.  I don’t care if your boobs are big or small, perky or pierced, they are all lovely and worth quality beads.  What do I mean by quality?  Big beads, long beads, beads with characters strung into them, beads that light up – there are even beads that play music.  By big beads I suggest the beads be the size of a quarter or larger.  Long beads would be ones that hang at least to your waist but to your knees is even better.  Characters could be ANYTHING!  This is the largest selection of what I consider quality.  You’ll never have them all and every year there are new ones to choose from.  The possibilities are endless – rubber duckies, shot glasses, butterflies, parrots (with real feathers!), dice, frogs, sports team logos, cartoon characters…I could go on and on and not cover 2% of the possibilities.  Beads that light up and play music are self-explanatory.  Glass beads are even making a comeback; don’t discount them just because they’re small.  And then there are always some specialty items that you might want to trade for, such as Hooter Meter beads (which means you’d have to try on the Hooter Meter and you’ll know it when you see it, trust me) or a Certificate of Exposure from the Judges set up in the Royal Sonesta bar on Fat Tuesday (again, you’ll recognize them when you see their long white wigs and black robes). Look for the guys with piles of quality beads around their necks.  These men are good guys to deal with!

Boobie-Economics

First, thanks to a great man named Chicago Tim for summing up this whole process as Boobie-Economics.  It’s genius.  At this point we know you are willing to flash for some beads, and you know what types of beads are worth the transaction.  The first flash is the toughest, but after that you’ll wonder what the big deal was all about and get that look of a hunter stalking her prey.  But not everyone you see is someone you want to deal with.  It would be helpful at this point if you have read the award-winning (as if) “Field Guide to Mardi Gras Males”, but not essential.  Like many layers of bead quality, there are many layers of bead-trader quality.  As the Sweet Potato Queens say often: “Be Particular”.  You can either trade with people who are on balconies or people right in front of you on the street.  Some people flash at parades and trade with float riders but this is NOT recommended.  You are not on Bourbon Street during a parade and you may be around children.  Those two things make it far more likely that you will be arrested.  I believe most Krewes also tell their float riders that they should not be encouraging flashing, but of course many riders ignore this. Back to Bourbon Street: you have the balconies and you have the guys standing right next to you.  MG flashing virgins may initially feel more comfortable with the idea of flashing someone who is far away on a balcony while they are on the street below.  However, balcony transactions have some serious drawbacks for several reasons.  It’s hard to tell if you are dealing with Bourbon Street Gentlemen or the type who likes to Bait and Switch, by hanging nice beads over a balcony but actually throwing you something else of lesser quality.  Then there’s all the yelling and pointing you have to do to set up a transaction.  Waiting for someone with quality goods to notice you can sometimes be very frustrating (not to mention tough on the ego).  And of course, the longer loud negations go on, the more guys will circle around you with their cameras ready to take pictures of you when the shirt finally does go up.  Now, it’s a fact of Boobie-Economics that photos and videos will be taken.  You’re a fool if you think you won’t be caught on film during a transaction.  But Ladies try to keep that type of exposure to a minimum.  Are all those Freeloaders going to give you any good beads?  Hell no!  There needs to be some give and take in every transaction – not just take. The more people huddled around you, the more likely one will try to grab a little something they have no business touching.  That’s called sexual assault and wasn’t part of the deal.  And before people think it: Saying you “asked” to be grabbed because your shirt was up is ridiculous.  Negotiating a transaction on the street with someone is generally faster from start to finish than a balcony transaction, and you get a better feel for if the guy (or gal – don’t want to be sexist here) is a creep.  Plus, it is possible to complete a transaction quietly and before anyone around the two of you even knows what is going on.   Nothing’s funnier than hearing a “DAMN!” to your side as you put your shirt down and see some dude fumbling with his camera, trying in vain to get some breasts on film.  It’s fun to catch the Freeloaders off guard.

Practice Makes Perfect

Having a good strategy is what separates the Ladies from the Tramps.  And you want to be a Lady, don’t you?  There are some things you may want to practice at home before you get to New Orleans.  They may sound silly now, but practice makes perfect – and willing significant others can’t get enough of your practice.  The most important thing to practice – and the thing flashing newbies have trouble with – is the proper exposure time.  As in: how long does my shirt have to be up?  Long enough.  If you are a speed-flasher, you better be prepared to do it again if you want any beads.  Fair’s fair – let them see what they wanted to see so they will feel it is worth trading their beads.  I don’t mean they are deciding if your chest is good enough to give beads to, so don’t worry about that.  If someone has agreed to the transaction that means they are an admirer of breasts, and while admirers may have their favorites I can assure you that all boobs are good boobs to them.  So you need to work on your timing and a good way to do it is this: Lift the shirt and count to yourself “ONE Mardi Gras, TWO Mardi Gras!” and then put the shirt down (and claim your prize!).  The two-second rule seems to please everyone, including whoever you are practicing with. Once you have the timing down you can work on presentation if you’re really an overachiever.  But even without a shimmy or bounce, you will meet with great success.  Two seconds may feel like forever, but it’s not long enough for many Freeloaders to get the cameras ready, unless they could tell what would happen and prepared ahead of time.  Another aspect of the trade you could practice is your approach.  There – I said it – have I lost some of you?  You should be approaching people with good beads who have good vibes and initiating the trade.  I’m always coaching Ladies who are amazed that they are “allowed” to do the asking, and that’s just sad.  If you want to accumulate you need to initiate!  Don’t give me the shy southern belle crap; men are often just as reluctant to ask the hottie walking by as the hottie is to ask.  The guy doesn’t know if you are a flashing type of gal, but most guys are willing to deal.  What do you ask?  Well, that’s up to you and that’s what you practice.  You could spot something you like and simply ask the person – “Hey, could I have that?”  I think that’s a little greedy but it works because he will counter your offer most likely with a request to flash. Or “Those are nice beads – could I flash you for them?”  I look for guys with piles of great beads on because I know exactly what they are wearing them for.  It’s not their neck and back health.  “Hey, you look like a man who knows how to do some bead trading.  I’m interested in those (point to your favorite) – what do you say?”  Nine out of ten times you will end up with those beads.  The tenth time you’ve picked someone who is a complete idiot because you are fabulous, so just smile sweetly and tell them happy Mardi Gras and move on.  It’s their loss.

The Transaction 

You’ve spotted that set of beads you having been dreaming of (or are jealous of your friend already having).  They are hanging around the neck of someone who looks friendly enough, and doesn’t seem drunk enough to be dangerous.  He doesn’t give you the creeps.  Do you look okay?  You know, lipstick not smeared all over your face, you didn’t just have a hurricane spilled all over you?  Hand your drink to a friend (it’s hard to lift your shirt without spilling your Huge Ass Beer) and put forth your offer to the guy!

With whatever magic words you’ve decided to use here, let’s assume his response is positive.  First, you need to make sure your partner-in-trading is ready for the show.  Many times they want to get the camera ready so allow them a chance to get the camera out and focus where they are going to focus (hint: it ain’t your face so relax). Don’t be standing around looking all sneaky with your hands gripping the bottom of your shirt for 5 minutes while the camera gets ready (that draws attention from Freeloaders).  As with a speed-flash, there’s nothing more annoying than having to re-expose because someone’s camera wasn’t ready.  If you are lucky he’s not carrying a camera around his neck and just wants to see you in action, not record you on film (pretty rare).  That makes things easier because fewer Freeloaders will be tipped off to the impending transaction.

At this point, your posse of bodyguards should be discreetly surrounding you on your left and right sides. The posse normally consists of ladies taking turns with you on the bead-earning circuit and/or some men who don’t get distracted or jealous when you flash (these types of men are rare but wonderful).  They are not only standing in the way of Freeloader cameras, but they are a physical barrier from people who might try to cop a feel.  The key is for them not to be obvious.  They shouldn’t be slapping cameras out of people’s hands and creating a scene like rock star bodyguards, because that is when arrests happen.  Remember, you will be caught on film once in a while and you don’t have to rejoice it, but you have to be okay with it happening.

So you’re totally nervous and details of the deal have been agreed on. Everyone is ready and it’s time for the lift…UP!

ONE MARDI GRAS, TWO MARDI GRAS!

DOWN!

Claim you beads!  You can do any necessary readjustment after you get the beads.  In fact, if you are lucky enough to be comfortable going braless, readjustment isn’t even necessary.  Be polite, help him untangle your beads from whatever else he is wearing, smile and say –

“Thanks honey, happy Mardi Gras!”

Now go get yourself some more beads.