One Story At A Time

So I knew that if I tried to capture all the events of this crazy weekend in one blog, I'd be sure to leave something fabulous out, so I figured while I have a spare second in between a parade and showering, I'd take a moment to jot this little gem down.

Sister and I had to head out before the lunch/parade crowd to do some last minute shopping for our costumes we'll sport tonight. Once we had purchased our final items, we stopped to grab a quick bite at Ignatious for a traditional muffaletta, jambalaya and an ice-cold Abita Light Beer served in the ever-so-classy brown paper bag. I love this city.

After lunch, we walked down to the parade routes to catch the end of one and the beginning of another amongst all the other eleventy billion parade goers, but needed to head back home in order to get ready. One slight problem, during carnival time, it isn't exactly the easiest to get from one side of the city to the other. I mean, you just can't do it. Here we found ourselves in a situation...not to anyone's surprise. You can't cross St. Charles or Napoleon because of the massive parades strolling down the street, but that doesn't deter the Twister Sisters even the slightest. I noticed that a parked car had moved and there was just enough space along the curb to slip Mae Mae's little car in past the barricades and then could pull back out into the street. We were GOLDEN...for one block. Then we hit Napoleon and the gargantuous, multi-level floats that would block our path. Mae Mae walked up to the police car parked at the intersection and asked how she would get home because she lives on Magazine Street on the opposite side of Napoleon. He gave her a "you have got to be kidding me?" look, as if he was thinking, 'ain't no way anyone getting from one side of the city to the other in the next hour, no matter who you are!' Mae Mae, being the great debater that she has always been (hence the law school endeavor,) threw a fit and JUST HAD to get her way. Hah! Wouldn't you know it, we pulled right up to Napoleon, and the cop jumped out in the middle of the street and blew his whistle. He stopped an ENTIRE parade, floats for as far back as we could see, to let us pass through. This isn't any ordinary traffic direction, this was a special occasion. Of course we rolled down the windows and waved to everyone, just like we were in the parade ourselves. Without a float. Without beads. In t-shirts and jeans. In a Honda Civic. No make-up. Not drunk. But you know, like we were in the parade.

Ladies and Gentlemen (and those that we can't figure out what the hell you are,) of New Orleans, The Hoo Hoo Sisters are here!