11pm. The end is so close I can taste it, or is that just the stench of Bourbon Street. My desire to take pictures is pretty much gone. The quality, if there ever was much, is pretty much gone. I don't know why I took a picture of this dog.
Steve made this sign, so he proudly hides his face in shame and poses in front of it.
weeee!
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?
Pete Fountain is here. The following are just people marching in the parade.
One of New Orleans finest.
