I hate to always bring up the weather but I can’t get over how nice it was this past weekend. Perfect weather like that brings out the best in people. It’s hard to resist a cold brew on a hot, sunny day. And if you drink enough of those cold beers you wind up doing something crazy enough to make Boozie happy. So pull out another six-pack because this week’s column is yet another ray of sunshine to get you through this week.
Big Easy crawl
Abita came out with a new beer and threw a party last Wednesday night. The new beer is called Big Easy IPA and it was a party that did the Big Easy proud. The festivities started at LoDa Bier Garten with a NOLA brass band, samples and, of course, Mardi Gras beads.
They hopped from bar to bar passing out samples and freebies. Outside Hayley’s, the band had a few ladies dancing. I guess something about brass bands, beer and beads gets people moving to the groove. I did not get any reports of ladies doing “anything special” for treats, if you know what I mean. But that is not surprising, as we don’t roll like that in the Mother of the Mystics.
But it was also a nice reminder that Mardi Gras will be here again before we know it.
Tattoos, thongs and toes in the sand
The Flora-Bama’s Mullet Toss has been happening for 32 years and Boozie made it down again this year. I’ll be honest, it’s been a few years since I have been there myself. I have been sending the spies instead. I know, you’re asking, “How could someone with Boozie’s love of drunken shenanigans not attend every single year?” Well, I’m am not really sure, but I’m not going to let it happen again.
In case some of you haven’t been to the Mullet Toss, let me tell you something, it is a sight to see. If you like to people watch you’ve come to the right place.
First things first. When we arrived at the beach we decided to play a game — chug every time you see a “tramp stamp,” also known as a tattoo on the lower back. This game became dangerous quickly. Needless to say, we quit playing almost as quickly as the game started, so we wouldn’t get alcohol poisoning. Yes, there were that many!
Upon arriving in the Mullet Toss area, we saw a group of guys in weenie bikinis. One was even brave enough to sport an American Flag weenie bikini thong swimsuit. Luckily these guys were younger so it wasn’t as scary as the old man wearing the lime-green G-string. Go ahead and paint that mental picture. Not pretty.
The fellas weren’t the only ones sporting next to nothing. There were plenty of females wearing thong swimsuits as well. And I mean plenty. So many that Boozie felt she should maybe give herself a wedgie just to fit in. Well, not really. But anyways, I believe belly button rings are back to being a thing, I saw plenty of belly bling.
Something that impressed Boozie was — no, not the number of mullet haircuts, but the number of people who were rocking their not-so-much-beach bodies. I’m not trying to hate, I am just wishing I had some of their confidence to sport a skimpy two-piece. Granted, there were some people who maybe should have sized up on the swimsuit so it wasn’t digging into them and causing the extra to roll over, but hey, more power to them to rock what they were working with.
On to the action … Mullet Toss kinda reminded Boozie of an adult spring break but it only lasted one day. When we finally found the spies, our first order of business was to shotgun beers. Around us, people were playing beer pong, flip cup, corn hole and so on. One group of LSU boys had made their own game, for girls only, though. If you wanted a free shot, you could climb to the top of the pole and ring the bell. Simple as that. Boozie didn’t want a free shot that bad but there were plenty of girls who did.
I almost hate to admit this next part, but I never even saw one flying fish. Again, I am sure you are wondering, what the hell? I had full intentions of watching but kinda got caught up in partying. Can you blame me?
Ben dazzles at Saenger
While I was over in OBA, I luckily had a spy able to catch the Ben Folds concert at the Saenger. My spy said Ben Folds was just awesome and the crowd had a great time. But he did have to modify his performance some because of young ears in the crowd.
Ben Folds is known to drop the more than occasional cuss word but tried to avoid them because there was at least one child in the audience, which Ben noticed and kept making comments about how he was going to have to skip songs because of a child being there, which I guess is kind of sweet. Hey, I’m just impressed Folds would edit his set, most performers probably would have gone on with their raunchy show and not cared.
Well, kids, that’s all I’ve got this week. Just remember, whether rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous, or just some plain ol’ mullet lovin’, I will be there. Ciao!