Carnival Recovery

Feb 22, 2007 by

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.

Let There Be Green!

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