First there was the poo. Yes, someone threw me a necklace that was soaked in some foul liquid-y substance. Could've been a holdover from Katrina, the mystery will likely not be uncovered in my lifetime.
Then, Miss Antoinette K-Doe died, actually she died early on Mardi Gras day, but this post isn't for history, it's for posterity,and it's in kittee-time(R). I liked Miss Atnoinette alot. She was really nice to me and my friends and drove the hearse in the Jazz Funeral we had for Helen Hill. Mom, if you're reading this, sorry I didn't call you, I didn't have the heart to tell you.
Here's a video from her second line today. This is how we take care of the folks we love in New Orleans. Check out the Mardi Gras Indians and The Baby Dolls (at about the 13 second mark). Miss Antoinette helped to bring back The Baby Doll tradition to Mardi Gras.
Here's a picture of me and Ernie K-Doe, Miss Antoinette's husband, aka The Emperor of the Universe. Note the matching Zulu pendants--not a meer coincidence, I can assure you.
A few photos of the K-Doe's Mother in Law lounge. I have the cutest ever picture of dazee standing before it, from when we first moved to NOLA. It's in storage somewhere, and it's a real photo, so I can't post it anyway, but just picture him in front of that blue wall with the white stars. Adorable, right?
|An Ernie and Miss Antoinette fan put this newsy collage together and had it attached to his bike.|
Let's end with a happier picture, shall we? Here's me and dazee on Fat Tuesday in front of our Mardi Gras Anniversary spot. I was drunk and full of deep fried genetically modified corn.