Mardi Gras 2012

This is the quickie, picture post of the past 10 days, and it is half ass at that.  The longer I wait the worse it'd get so this is it.

 
I didn't take many pictures and haven't the time to give an appropriate redux with two runny nosed boys who quickly got used to LOTS of attention from Mama and Dada and every white haired yatty lady on the parade route.  

Averil, Joe, and Joseph

Vacationing with children...er, I mean TRAVELING with children was exhausting.  Drinking and parading and traveling with children was deliciously exhausting.  It just meant an abundance of coffee, fewer beers to make room for sippy cups in the cooler, and the booze sharing counter space with diapers.  Somehow Charlie managed to come close his 60 beers in 6 days pace. We're all very proud.

 Our hotel was on St. Charles Ave. along the parade route, so partaking in every single parade (except Endymion) was as easy as taking the elevator down and stepping out the front door.  Well, it was that easy for me, anyway. 

Charlie set up the ladders and the chairs to make us nice and comfy on the neutral ground for parade viewing.  

He was able to sleep through it all.

The boys were in heaven.  They had front row seats in the ladder.  Freddie pretended to play the trombone as the bands marched by.  Hans learned to clap and got his hands up to cheer for beads with the rest of us. 

Worn out!

Mama was in her yes zone...yes, you may have king cake for breakfast...yes, you can run around in the street.... yes, you can skip nap.

Even Tigey got in on the action, and didn't get lost!  Freddie got Tigey at his very first parade in 2010.

There was sister time, playing with cousins, and visiting old friends. 

We ate crawfish and shrimp and poboys, and toasted each day with an Abita.

Throw me something, Mister!

Super Heros Gotta Nurse

See ya next year, y'all.  We wouldn't dream of missing it.