Long Distance Priscillas' Lament

Being long-distance (350 mi) Priscillas means we miss out on a lot of opportunities to help out with planning, prepping and other philanthropic goings on.  All we can do from here right now is offer ideas, volunteer for the post-parade ride back Uptown to unload gas cans, scooters, scooter bits, and any other equipment worth stealing, and plan what ice creams we're going to try at the Creole Creamery (Salted caramel? Satsuma and black current sorbets?  King cake dough or Steen's molasses oatmeal cookie?)


Today was the scooter tune-up and prep event at the riverfront portion of Audubon Park, known colloquially as The Fly.  Missed that.


Friday was the Camel Toe Lady Steppers' Best Little Toe-Down in Nola at Tipitina's, benefitting the Roots of Music program, one of the bands featured in The Whole Gritty City. RoM is a non-profit program designed to fill the void left when the public schools cut their music programs post-Katrina.  Missed that.


Yesterday was the Pussyfooters' annual Blush Ball benefiting the Metro Center for Women and Children.  Missed that, too!


I wonder what sort of fete the Bearded Oysters Parade Club, "the most shuckingly fabulous menagerie of slick chick tricks ever disorganized," puts on.