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| Nosey? |
| 02.08.05 (7:17 am) [edit] |
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Laissez les bonnes temps roulee! (For those of your Frenchically-challenged, that means "Let the good times roll!) Happy Mardi Gras! My freshman year in college, I went to a small Jesuit school in Mobile, Alabama. (A place I'd actually rather forget.) However, it was cool that we were out of school for Mardi Gras and we were rather 'conveniently located' to New Orleans. Even better, one of my friends' father's law firm had a condo on Bourbon street that we could use for the long weekend. Can you say "Laissez les bonnes temps roulee?" We headed down to The Big Easy... Let's just sum it up as a colorful, bead-ful, intoxicating experience. My roomie lost her shoes, bra, and her jewelry during one of the parades - and how that happened was never exactly cleared up because she only spoke spanish when she got really drunk. The one rather *NOTABLE* adventure was when I 'kissed' a lamp post. (I didn't really kiss it, mind you, I do have standards!) I was pushed into the post by the crowds as folks were going mad for those damn beads. I was 'slightly' (ahem) under the influence of many hurricanes from Pat O'Hurley's and I didn't feel a thing. The next morning, I woke up, with blood all down my shirt. Two black eyes. And my face really hurt. I tried to put on my sunglasses but then I realized my nose was crooked! I called my mom and said "Mom, I think I broke my nose!" To which she replied, "Oh honey, I'm sure you just banged it." Then I mentioned about the sunglasses and how I had checked to see that they weren't out of whack, but my nose was. I flew home that afternoon and was having surgery by the next afternoon. So this Mardi Gras, be careful of the lamp posts you kiss. Unless you'd like a new nose. Compliments of insurance. P.S. I know someone is going to ask... I did NOT show my ta-ta's to get any beads. Momma raised me better than that. (It's gotta be sparkly and gold and at least 3 carats!) I am kidding!!! |
posted by: angiekruger (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (5:13 am)
haaaaaa! smart girl. make em work for it!
posted by: grateful1 (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (6:30 am)
lol...never been pushed into a lamp post but some really smelly people!!!...lol!! and once this guy was wearing nothing but a tan overcoat...and was flashing everyone!! the once i was in a picture with a bunch of drag queens because they got a look at my really long tongue and couldnt believe it..lol..then a couple on vacation from canada saw and they wanted a pic with me too...lol!!!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (6:40 am)
Reply to: XAirborneRTO
Now dear, you know how it works with beads. In EXCHANGE for the view, the girl gets the view... You don't just show her the sparkly things.
As long as they aren't laboratory-created stones, it's cool with me.
posted by: angiekruger (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (7:32 am)
scuba, i have just been informed that people think idiotsreaction is me because he/she ripped on everyone but irishred. i just wanted to tell you umm blog to blog? that it's not me. wether you believe that or not is up to you, but personally i think you have a great blog.
posted by: onebadjen (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (7:47 am)
Reply to: angiekruger
ohhh ok now i am less confused.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (7:52 am)
Reply to: angiekruger
I didn't think it was you... Doesn't really matter to me. They are just envious of our creativity, have way too much negative energy, and have no life.
Thanks for the thought though!
posted by: angiekruger (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (8:01 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
yw. i just wanted you to know that.
posted by: FinalyFree (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (8:11 am)
I lost shoes on two seperate occasions during Mardi Gras! It was raining both times, the first time I had to search everywhere for some cheap flip-flops. The second time I had a spare pair of flip-flops in my bag!
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (10:15 am)
Good work, drunk and a broken nose, could be a lot worse. Keep them ta-ta's under cover!!
posted by: Gravity (reply)
post date: 02.08.05 (7:36 pm)
Hehehe ::thinks you weren't really kidding::
posted by: NurseNancy (reply)
post date: 02.09.05 (1:52 am)
yeah, make 'em guess what lies beneath...drives 'em crazy, every time!!!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 02.09.05 (5:36 am)
Reply to: angiekruger
NP - I blog for myself, don't you? I don't worry about spineless folks who try to be a bully. :)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 02.09.05 (5:37 am)
Reply to: FinalyFree
I came home with my shoes, bra, and panties...
Did you come home with your panties too?
posted by: billlyryan (reply)
post date: 02.09.05 (7:14 pm)
I wanna party wit you dawg!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 02.09.05 (7:48 pm)
Reply to: billlyryan
Oh yes, I am SUCH the party animal nowadays. Let's see... I fell asleep today around 4:30 on the sofa. I am tipsy on one glass of wine or 1/2 a beer. Passed out by 3 glasses of wine.
Such is the life of a party animal like me. I'm in my jammies after my bubble bath by 8pm.
posted by: billlyryan (reply)
post date: 02.09.05 (7:53 pm)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
I think we'd be the PERFECT party mates! I was asleep by 5 pm. I can't drink anything alcoholic without wanting to pass out.
Maybe when we're 88 we can go and play shuffle board and drink virgin daquiris?
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