Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

Mardi Gras In New Orleans

Well, technically it is Mardi Gras everywhere, but nowhere is it more Mardi Gras than in New Orleans. Here's a little "mix" I made for you, which is naturally incomplete (WHY WON'T YOU LET ME EMBED "WHO SHOT THE LALA," YOUTUBE?) but is a pretty decent soundtrack for the day. Laissez les bons temps etc., everyone!

(Because it's "They All Ask'd For You," the only decent video I could find is a montage of scenes from a trip to the Audubon Zoo. This clip also contains "Hey Pocky Way," so I think it's a fair trade-off.)

And just because:

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KarenUhOh (#19)

Mighty cootie fiyo.

Tulletilsynet (#333)

I was told there would be an International Women's Day post. Where is the International Women's Day post?

roboloki (#1,724)

it's making me a sandwich.

Tulletilsynet (#333)

Never mind, I found it now. Something to do with restaurant bills.

freetzy (#7,018)

Happy Paczki Day, Chicago friends.

mjfrombuffalo (#2,561)

and Buffaloneans ;)

mishaps (#5,779)

…and former Michiganders craving a sugar fix.

David Roth (#4,429)

I'm heading down there for a wedding this weekend, and was already psyched. But this is obviously, obviously a huge help. Thanks.

4th and 26 (#10,443)

Maybe you were at one of the four wedding I passed by today.

New AWLins?

Had to be done.

Ken Layne (#262)

Thanks Balk! One of the best things about Mardi Gras time is how all the diners and seafood places and bars and K&B drugstore soda fountains would change the jukeboxes and put in all the Mardi Gras songs. You could not escape Professor Longhair and that whistling, and nobody minded at all. The jukebox song/artist cards were printed in purple and gold so you'd know those were the Mardi Gras songs.
My mom and dad met at a club where Irma Thomas was playing in 1963, ha ha.

Rrreeeeeddd (#9,212)

Oh, K&B … I could go for some Creole Cream Cheese ice cream.

Also, the Rosenberg's jingle will be playing in my head for at least the next 40 days.

Matt (#26)

I just feel like getting drunk is so much more authentic in New Orleans, to me.

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