9am. Zulu is beginning to roll by The Avenue Pub. But first a visit from our friendly Mayor, Ray Nagin. That would be the guy dressed as a Native American.
Zulu begins to roll past, and the gin begins to flow.
I came to a thought after looking at this picture. The man passed out has had a bit too much Mardi Gras, or maybe life. Looking at this picture, are we seeing a foreshadowing? If Jonathan continues too grow that beard of his, will he grow into our passed out reveler?
7am. Feeling alright still. Starting to really tire of this whole thing though. I know there is much more too come. St. Charles avenue has been filled all night with campers waiting for the parades to start. The sun has come up and more of them are up and moving. A lot were up all night.
Taking a walk around I saw this FEMA trailer. I guess whoever lives here is making the most of things.
Inside The Avenue Pub I run into Christie, Judd, and someone who I only met that morning and can no longer remember.
