After getting to bed early this morning, it took a while to get going, but by noon we all gathered for pizza and costume assembly. Apparently, you can't go to Mardi Gras without a costume and our leader came up with an easy, practical plan that we all could do. We each got a sheet to wear and made signs with sayings using the word "sheet" in place of the word sh*t. He had different sayings for us all and he assured us that when we all went down the road together we would be well received. The sheets are comfortable no matter what the weather. If it is cold again tomorrow, a jacket underneath will work just fine.
After all that hard construction work, it was tempting to take a nap, but we're here to see and do what there is to see and do, so we headed to the ferry for another free trip across the river to the festivities. It was a challenge to find a place to park and the ferry was over flowing with revelers, but it was such a happy, festive crowd, just being there was fun. The Riverwalk was packed with vendors, food booths and music. This was where the king of Zulu was supposed to arrive on his barge before tomorrow's parade.
We headed to Bourbon Street where the action heated up considerably since the last time we were there. There were some boobs flashed for beads and some women with pasties with a considerable following as they made their way down the street. Despite what we saw here, we have learned that Mardi Gras and New Orleans is so much more than this stereotype. If you wanted to avoid this sort of activity, all you had to do was go one block either way and celebrate with people who kept more of their anatomy covered. There were plenty of tourists here, but it is clear that Mardi Grad would happen if we were here or not. Life is to be enjoyed and these folks know how to do it.