Rain, rain, go away, come again when there isn’t Mobile’s biggest party going on outside! I guess one positive thing about the rain is that it probably helped wash away flu germs. And a little rain (OK, a lot of rain) didn’t stop Mob-Town from throwing down — if anything, it made the party wilder! Get ready to soak up all the Mardi Gras goodness because the good times rolled!
Just so y’all don’t think I’m crazy and forgot about Fat Tuesday, us folks in the newspaper business went to press early so we could revel along with the rest of you. Look for my Fat Tuesday report in next week’s paper, along with anything else the spies didn’t manage to get in on time. Anyways, back to the reason you’re here, the gossip!
So, Boozie has kind of had enough of Mobile trolling New Orleans about Mardi Gras. I mean, we are beginning to look like the jealous older sister and not appreciating what we have.
Now that that’s out there, more on the situation. Last Tuesday, Mayor Sandy Stimpson invited New Orleans Mayor Mitch Landrieu to Mobile to receive a proclamation authorizing New Orleans to participate in the grand tradition of Mardi Gras. Landrieu showed up for the event dressed as a jester. Boozie thinks that’s very fitting because New Orleans is a fool to think its Mardi Gras is better!
As the week rolled on, things got crazy. The rain made for smaller crowds than usual, but there was still a fair number of crazies out. Luckily the rain held out for Crewe of Columbus and we were able to have one rain-free parade for the weekend!
After the parade, Boozie and crew headed to the bar, where I witnessed one drunk girl fall off her bar stool, hitting the ground and possibly the bar. Her friends all laughed, then helped her up and made sure all her teeth were intact.
On Saturday, Boozie and friends headed over the bay for the Mullet Point parade, only to discover it had been canceled. We still went to the party and enjoyed crawfish and beer and watched the rain come down and wondered about the well-being of the drunk girl on the side of the road, crying in the rain. (Turns out someone came and rescued her.)
Saturday night, the parade didn’t roll, but the good times did! Boozie’s spies who attended of Mystic of Time ball said it was blast! Once inside the Civic Center, the rain was forgotten about because the drinks poured harder than the rain outside. My spy said there were so many crazy moves going on on the dance floor, but the most entertaining was two guys re-enacting the “Dirty Dancing” jump, now immortalized in the Eli Manning and Odell Beckham Super Bowl commercial. She said one guy was on the stage and made a running jump to his friend, who lifted him up. I guess they figured if football players could do it, so could they. Luckily, they pulled it off pretty nicely.
Meanwhile over the bay, the Shadow Barons were rocking the Daphne Civic Center! Boozie’s spy there reported one older lady was having a great time dancing except that her dance moves were very questionable. She said she was hopping onto the stage shaking her booty and dropping it low. At one point they wondered if they might have to help her up, it dropped so low.
Sunday Funday was taken to a new level! Yeah, sure, the rain kept a lot of people at home but it meant more throws for those who did show up! Like the man and his pet snake. Umm, yeah, a yellow snake (shows how much I know about snakes) and his handler were spotted around downtown. The guy was even nice enough to let people touch the snake, yay!
Speaking of nice guys, Boozie was told the members of Order of Myths relaxed the dress code for their annual Sunday reception and allowed ladies to wear rain boots or flip-flops. You can’t help but giggle seeing people in their Sunday best and then rain boots. As Sunday progressed, Boozie’s friend somehow scored a wristband for free drinks! It was amazing and bad at the same time. I had to keep reminding myself I had work the next day!
We all know the story. Cinderella loses her glass slipper and Prince Charming finds it and searches for its owner. Well, this story is similar but there is no Prince Charming and only parts of shoes. Yes, I said parts of shoes, as in multiples. It all started Wednesday night at Fifty Funny Fellows when one lady lost part of her shoe. Somehow the bottom part of a lady’s silver heel became unattached from the rest of the shoe. Was she too drunk to notice or did she simply not care? The shoe was discovered alongside a Lagniappe box. Let’s just hope it wasn’t covering something else she might have left behind.
A sole was spotted on Saturday night at the Mystics of Time ball. This time it was the bottom of a male’s silver shoe. Not really sure how people lose the bottom of their shoe, but it is Mardi Gras so anything could happen. Boozie is thinking the two folks with missing parts of their silver shoes should meet, they seem to have a lot in common!
Well, kids, that’s all I’ve got this week. Be sure to check back next week for more Mardi Gras scoop! Just remember, whether rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous or just plain ol’ Mardi Gras lovin’, I will be there. Ciao!