mardi gras
so i started partying tonight at 1 and i am only just now sobering up. it wasn't quite the six straight days of drunkeness that was rumored, but as one of my friends that did four such days put it, her body would've probably shut down and told her to go to hell had she tried that. then we got to the quarter at 3:30 and danced in the streets since there were far fewer people, ate, drank and kissed each other just because we could. at 5:30 we saw britney spears since she was appearing on good morning america - we probably didn't make it on tv, despite the distinct lack of a crowd at that hour because we had drawn all over our faces with markers. later we saw katie couric but i suppose it would be rather hard to prove.
at that point we started our trek back. the trek lasted roughly seven hours and i don't think my feet can handle anymore. the quarter is maybe six miles from the uptown campus and thus, far too far to walk in a rather drunken state after dancing most of the night and especially when the most direct route is largely inaccessible due to zulu and rex. naturally, since it's mardi gras, there were almost no cabbies in the city available to take a few desperate tulanians home. so we went to a krystal hamburger joint where some of our party promptly passed out and then walked to canal. we staked out a place to watch the parade and were working to get past the police baraccades with some older folks as again people passed out on the sidewalk. there's been a lot of sleeping face down in the gutter litterally fairly recently.
we decided that that wouldn't work so we started the long leg of our trek down st. charles, stopping to catch a few beads from zulu and hopefully a taxi. no such luck. we sat on some random house's steps for close to an hour as we tried to get ahold of a cab. we proceded to get on a bus that would theoretically get us slightly closer to tulane than we were (shuttles are free right now since the streetcars aren't up and running). well, i think we were technically closer, but honestly, we were right next to xavier university and the freeway onramp after 40 minutes on a bus. not quite right yet. so, my roommate, like the crack-whore look alike that she was at the time ran to the neutral ground to try to hitchhike in whatever direction someone would take us.
eventually a cab was hailed, an impressive feat as i can attest. he came to a sight of basically: two normal looking though tired, sober girls, two girls who had been sleeping anywhere they could for the past few hours and looked like nothing more than crack-whores, two girls with crazy amounts of makeup/crayola washable marker on their face (i was one of these two) and quite a buzz going, and one guy who was wearing two bras around his torso (one actually garnered from a woman in the quarter) and one upon his head. i can only imagine what that indian cabbie was thinking of us.
at that point we started our trek back. the trek lasted roughly seven hours and i don't think my feet can handle anymore. the quarter is maybe six miles from the uptown campus and thus, far too far to walk in a rather drunken state after dancing most of the night and especially when the most direct route is largely inaccessible due to zulu and rex. naturally, since it's mardi gras, there were almost no cabbies in the city available to take a few desperate tulanians home. so we went to a krystal hamburger joint where some of our party promptly passed out and then walked to canal. we staked out a place to watch the parade and were working to get past the police baraccades with some older folks as again people passed out on the sidewalk. there's been a lot of sleeping face down in the gutter litterally fairly recently.
we decided that that wouldn't work so we started the long leg of our trek down st. charles, stopping to catch a few beads from zulu and hopefully a taxi. no such luck. we sat on some random house's steps for close to an hour as we tried to get ahold of a cab. we proceded to get on a bus that would theoretically get us slightly closer to tulane than we were (shuttles are free right now since the streetcars aren't up and running). well, i think we were technically closer, but honestly, we were right next to xavier university and the freeway onramp after 40 minutes on a bus. not quite right yet. so, my roommate, like the crack-whore look alike that she was at the time ran to the neutral ground to try to hitchhike in whatever direction someone would take us.
eventually a cab was hailed, an impressive feat as i can attest. he came to a sight of basically: two normal looking though tired, sober girls, two girls who had been sleeping anywhere they could for the past few hours and looked like nothing more than crack-whores, two girls with crazy amounts of makeup/crayola washable marker on their face (i was one of these two) and quite a buzz going, and one guy who was wearing two bras around his torso (one actually garnered from a woman in the quarter) and one upon his head. i can only imagine what that indian cabbie was thinking of us.