Since I have been back from my Mardi Gras experience in New Orleans, people have been hounding me to tell them a crazy story-so here it goes.
My Crazy Mardi Gras Story
Mardi Gras 2014 was a record cold and rainy day unfortunately but that did not stop the madness from parading onward. Geared up in my handmade tutu, green tights and gold shoes, I joined the party.
After waving at the parade and skillfully dodging (sometimes) beads flying past my head I entered the most epic street of all, Bourbon Street. From there, my oddly religious themed Mardi Gras began.
I saw the Pope! Ok not the real Pope, but a guy on a balcony overlooking Bourbon Street sporting the Pope hat and robe. He tossed beads to the crowd and blessed all the sinners below in jested fun.
As I continued to go down the street I ran into the infamous Jesus group. There is always one at every “sinful” event. They were continually shouting that we were sinners and preaching their faith to all the drunks in the street. Everyone proceeded to take pictures as if they were a tourist attraction. What I would like to know is do they ever get one person to come over and say, “Ya know, you’re totally right! I’m going to leave Mardi Gras right now to go home and repent.” Now I have nothing against any religion or how people choose to practice and share their faith…but I’m not entirely sure in the middle of Bourbon Street halfway through Mardi Gras day is the most effective way to go about it.
Afterwards we entered a bar with a small half circle stage in the front where about five girls were twerking and booty shaking like no tomorrow on the stage. I don’t think I could get that much of me to wiggle if I tried. Then lo and behold a large woman dressed as a tri-boobed nun took the center of the stage and started busting her own moves to the music. Then she proceeds to put her leg up on rail, thrust her pelvis towards the crowd, whipped out a cigar and started to smoke it. The scene unfolding in front of me was like Sister Act gone wrong and it doesn’t end there.
As I’m laughing at the hilarity of the situation, three topless yet painted chest girls walked on stage. One of the girls looked like she just had a baby with the belly drooping down low. That did not stop her. She was a brave one. Then in the middle of all the dancing came the ultimate shocker of the night. The nun went up to post pregger lady and they started full on making out right in the middle of the twerking.
My mouth just dropped as I was trying to process what was going on. It was hilarious and shocking and definitely a memorable highlight of my trip.
Mardi Gras is full of shocking sights and stories but it’s an experience I would definitely have again. There are a lot of brave people sporting the goods (if you know what I mean) but you can have just as much fun observing as you can participating. Provided you do not have virgin eyes or ears and wish to keep them that way, Mardi Gras New Orleans is definitely an event that shouldn’t be missed.