Mardi Gras Costume Roundup

So, going to Mardi Gras without a costume is like forgetting to bring your bucking bronco to the rodeo. Rachel and I dressed up and perused the Quarter looking for other like-minded lunatics.

We would have had less luck findingĀ  a needle in a stack of needles.

Rachel’s “King Cake” costume was a smash hit and it helped us differentiate the locals form everyone else. In the famous words of Louis Armstrong, “If you have to ask, you’ll never know.”

I was going for a “Best Supporting Costume” role. The hat is from Rachel’s birthday dinner at Commander’s Palace. Thanks Papa Jerry! Belive it or not, the bag is full of powdered sugar I planned to “frost” people with (think of a more masculine Rip Taylor).

This gentleman’s wife is standing just out of frame. She had “Ski slopes.”

We’ve all heard of Bluebeard and Blackbeard. Meet Glitterbeard, the Silver Scourge of the Seven Seas.

We immediately got into strong verbals with this Cafe du Monde employee. For some reason, all of the costumes I’ve thrown together last minute could be interpreted as white and elitist — there was “White Afro Guy” and now, the chef from a four star uptown restaurant. Ah well, suck it, du Monde!

Hey, it’s the Super More-Than Bros.!

This lady walked slow as sheet…

Where do you keep your wallet?

This guy struck me as trying to make a statement with his chicken named “Cliche” and “I just lost $400 at Harrah’s” demeanor. The wig and the baby bring things to another level of uninterpretable. A little help please?

I wouldn’t want to get between these boys and their sweets.

Oh no! “Jared from Subway” has lost his way again.

Not fair, I heard his mom helped him.

Pardon me, do you have any Grey Poupon?

What a couple of bozos!

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