I was *just* telling M. about how much I love the two weekends before Mardi Gras in Nola — specifically, the Krewe de Vieux parade.
And this, my friends, is why…
Before yesterday’s Krewe du Vieux parade, I saw a cat enter a bar (Molly’s), plop itself up on a barstool and get served a drink. And that wasn’t even the strangest thing I saw last night.
(via soupsoup)
This is going to shock no one but I basically built myself a New Orleans bloody: extra horseradish, liberal Tabasco, pickled okra, beans, everything I could stuff in there.
Saxon & Parole.
Blaine Kern’s Mardi Gras World, A Behind-The-Scenes Tour of Where Mardi Gras Floats & Props Are Made (via laughingsquid)
I went to a fraternity date party here once. Wild!
The Alabama Shakes perform “Hold On.” Discovered via NPR’s All Songs Considered music of 2011 roundup.
Yeah, I’m going to need to see this band in concert immediately.
(They would make a fantastic Jazz Fest band, and would really feed my temptation to go next year. Just puttin’ that out there, universe.)
A little bit of culinary history for ya (my favorite kind).
PS: We’ve got unions to thank for the five-day work week AND America’s greatest sandwich. Have you hugged a union member today?
1929: The po-boy was created in New Orleans
The po-boy was created during the transit strike, when 1,800 unionized streetcar drivers and motormen left their jobs and protested in the streets.
Spending months on the picket line with no pay, the Martin brothers vowed to serve the strikers free of charge, and they concocted a hearty meat sandwich, on a new thinner and crispy bread, which was easier to cut into equal slices. They called it the “poor boy.”
(via cajunboy:jlangenbeck)
I had no idea there was a cat circus in New Orleans but there is and it’s AMAZING! This cat band is rocking the fuck out!
Ok guys, apologies, today is supposed to be all Muppets, all the time.
But…
CAT CIRCUS.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Katrina making landfall in New Orleans. New Yorkers today should reflect on that, and feel blessed and thankful.
Tomorrow is the anniversary of Katrina making landfall in New Orleans. New Yorkers today should reflect on that, and feel blessed and thankful.@somebadideas (via kateoplis)
Good lord, trust me. I do. The end of August is always filled with thoughts of Katrina.
We dodged a bullet, which is another way of saying we got lucky. It wasn’t the first time I saw those flood maps of NYC. Working in sustainability, I see them all the time, and unfortunately, as we experience stronger storms in the coming years, so will you.
Don’t mind if I do.
The irony is I’m meeting my Tulane girls — and this is our first hurricane together. I missed one that blew through Nola in Sept. 2002 because I was doing JYA in Dublin. Everyone evacuated to a friend’s place a few hours north (a former cotton plantation) and got drunk at the local redneck bar and had a blast. I was so jealous. The hurricane hit on my 21st birthday & I felt like it was kinda meant for me. Instead I was trying to convince Irish bartenders that a 21st bday means anything (and they should give me free shots). “Well you’ve been drinking for years, right? So what’s the big deal?” True, but….
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