We Reauxled!

 

I am so far behind!  Just too much going on!

Our truck perils continued the morning of the parade.  We were down to only 1 truck again as the 1 Ryder truck we had secured caught fire on the way down from Lafayette.  The truck we did have did not have a lift on the back either, so we had to use a step ladder to get on and off.  Nothing to do but make do.  We packed on Priscillas like it was a can of sardines.  This also meant ditching about 1/2 of our beads.  1 truck could not possibly contain our generous intentions.  All the blue suede-glitter shoes made it on, though!

Tom was having difficulties securing his gas tank.  He thought he had it resolved but had to bail before he even made the turn onto Magazine St.  It was either that or risk losing his tank, causing a fuel spill, and having no convenient way to get costumed self and scooter back home!

And speaking of Magazine Street, omigosh!  As soon as we made the turn off Jefferson Ave., it became clear pretty quickly that these were NOT your average crowds!  The were spilling so far into the street, I don’t know how all those floats squeezed through!  It was CRAZY!  Clyde was able to get to us and film us going by.  He also go some good loot, including a museuzela!  My coworker, Liz was also able to flag us down on Magazine.  She took a picture as we handed her a shoe!  Awesome!

We didn’t finish until 11 pm.  It was slow-going with those crowds.  Sadly, we wound up with almost NO Muses signature throws.  The Muses are known for their generosity, even with the sub krewes and bands in their parade, so I suspect they had advance warning of the massive crowds along the parade route and were cautioned to hold their throws.

The truck didn’t make it back Uptown until after 11:30.  By the time we unloaded and made it to Tom’s house, it was nearing midnight, we were tired, and I was nearly crippled.  My feet felt like someone had been spanking them with a 2x4 for hours!  Damn boots!  Gorgeois footwear should NOT have to hurt!  The boots have been officially retired in favor of some FlexOr dance go-go boots.  Anyway, we bailed on the ball which is a good thing.  We heard the next morning that by the time our krewe started showing up, the food was gone, and Trombone Shorty was halfway through his performance.  That would have been soooo disappointing, not to mention painful!