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The Annual Krewe of Chartreuse stumble has come to an end. From our annual march down St Charles Avenue through the meeting of the subkrewes and subsequent Grand Rumpus Toast it was, as always, a blast!Way too much Green Chartreuse was consumed, Maitri was initiated looking lovely in her finery, our Charter Member and Krewe De Noir Captain Micahra returned form her exile in L.A. just in time, Lex and I got remarried in a SubGenius ceremony, and we all had a day of purest catharsis. I think I now feel more stable and human in the aftermath then I have for months. |
I have now stepped down as Dark Lord for the Krewe, only to be replaced by my predecessor! Could not go to a better recipient, especialy as he joined me amongst the racks of the 40+ set as of Carnival Day! Happy BDay Doodler!
Now those of you who do not hail from our beknighted city are proabably quite puzzled by the festivities, and not without reason. At first galnce it may seem counterintuitive to be partying when everything around us is so completely in disarry. What you need to understand is the psychological ramifications for those of us that live here.
We exist in a place where Katrina, the Federal Flood, and the ongoing trials infect every aspect of day to day life. Every interaction, every conversation, every walk down the block are tainted with the events of the past 18 months. In this sort of environment catharsis is essential. On Mardi Gras Day a pauper can be a prince, a prince can be a clown, and the clowns that, “govern,” us can be skewered with impunity. Every masker is able to leave behind the wrekage of their former home and cut loose in a collaborative satirization of the pain we are steeped in.
This is how we heal.
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Love your pants, ex-Dork Lord.
Beautiful words darlin’!
Sorry I missed you all on Fat Tuesday. I did my thing at Midnight and then was carried home.
Green Chartreuse. I believe that the monks of yesteryear said that the secret to a long life was two parts green and one part yellow. There’s only 130 herbs in the green, so I’ve been led to believe.
Beautiful. The pants just rule.
Yes, the so called “monk’s blend.” It’s a traditional toast for us in the days eading up to Mardi Gras. I personally endorse the healing powers of chartreuse, moderate doses when ill have been instrumental in my getting well (or at least feeling better…).
10 points to Marco at Animamundi for chartreuse trivia!
I’m glad you and your talented spouse had a good Carnival and Mardi Gras. You wear and drink the green with a lot of style!
Great pix and great writing = great post.
Bravo, Loki!
I hope you got my voicemail. I was so disappointed that I couldn’t join you. My daughter found a vagrant Shih Tzu running the street and it wound up in our house with my two dogs and two cats while she ran around looking for its owner. The owner was found, but NOT before I missed my chance to be inducted into the KoC. Am hoping for another invite. I did, however, wear the appropriate krewe colors when my husband and I finally made it out Mardi Gras day.
Glad you had such a great time! You and your lovely wife looked spectacular!
I can attest to the ‘Healing of the Green.’ As some of you know, I had bronchitis on Lundi Gras. Hope it didn’t transfer to anyone. But after 16 hours of sipping, walking, guzzling and stumbling, it’s pretty much retreated to the back of my lungs crying, “The Greeeeen! He splashed me with the Green. Help me I’m melting! Meeeeeeeeltiiiiing!” the Carthusians sure knew their stuff!
How we heal, indeed…
Thanks for your hospitality during our brief carnival meetup. It was great to see y’all!