The weather was so perfect. The Saint Anne's parade was one of the largest, longest, and slowest moving versions of its incarnation ever, I'm told by oldtimers. The city's spirit was absolutely stellar. The Krewe York contingent got endless tribute by way of being a photographer-magnet and other revellers coming up close to scope the group out at length. Mr. Twist was highly popular, especially after the first several blocks when more than half his costume all of a sudden disappeared leaving quite a nice bit of tan-able skin on view. I kept hearing people say, "Look at the puppet!" And then their companions say, "Look at his body!" Andrea B rocked in that brassy NYC way, fresh from her duties at a free kitchen in St. Bernard's Parish. Daddy's umbrella was better than having a body guard, the way people would part in front of it. And the Empress, -what do you say? She out gorgeoused whole blocks worth of the gorgeous. The parade was exhillerating and exhausting, I literally passed out afterwards. Truely a post-apocalyptic celebration.
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Marching with Krewe York is former New Yorker and downtown tornado... the ever-(fill in the blank) Andrea Booze-Wah!. Andrea is in New Orleans now with girlfriend Dana feeding the people of St. Bernard Parish. (When she said that she was marching with us she added, "Mom, make sure you warn them about me, okay?" We did.)
Oh how wonderful! It sure looks like Y'all had a ball. I thought of you all and kept having to stop myself from dashing to the airport and joining you as a surprise but alas it looks like you had a great time. Gorgy pics. I can't wait to hear more details. Brilliant look as a group, but Basil's puppet has left me speechless. Welcome home. I sent beams of protection to you all.