24 Hours: Mardi Gras: 11:00

11am. Zulu is still going. Rex is on the way but I'm not caring much by this point.
















Dancing in the streets.

Lots of dancing in the streets.


Lunch time for us. Karl and Mark here.

24 Hours: Mardi Gras: 10:00

10am. Zulu is rolling past The Avenue Pub. I'm feeling pretty well still, but am approaching my threshold for the parades.
Mr. Too Much Mardi Gras rises.
Love plastic crap.
Coast Guard helicopter flies over The Avenue Pub.



That hand belongs to me. Inside the bag is a coveted Zulu coconut.

24 Hours: Mardi Gras: 09:00

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?