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12th Night Champagne Social with King James & The Special Men

I, quite literally, just took down my Christmas tree (in order it take advantage of Christmas Tree recycling for the wetlands), and already it’s carnival time. Oh my. It really never stops.

I think my preferred Twelfth Night celebration is tonight’s “Champagne Social” with King James & The Special Men. If you haven’t checked out their regular Monday gig at BJ’s you’re missing out.

Champagne Social tonight @ d.b.a. 10pm. $5.


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The Biannual Good Liver Cleanse

Sssh. There there. It’ll be okay. Just open your eyes. Look, it’s a new day. Ash Wednesday, in fact.

Have you decided what you’re giving up for Lent? See, I’m not Catholic. But, I reason, thusly: If I get to have the party that precedes Lent–Mardi Gras–then I should observe Lent, too. Everybody’s Catholic enough for the party, but not quite so much when it comes time for the sacrifice. Really, it’s about balance. So, since I’m giving up some of my favorite vices, I am going to have to live vicariously through my posts–which may become even more replete with rich food and cocktails!

In the meantime, how about a little cleanse? I like this concoction quite a bit. Well, I like what it does.

Ultimate Liver Cleanser

  • Distilled water – 300 ml
  • Large grapefruits – 2
  • Udo’s Choice (or cold pressed flax oil) – 2 tbsp
  • Lemons – 4
  • Fresh root ginger – 2 inches
  • Fresh garlic – 1 to 2 cloves
  • Acidophilus – 1 tsp
  • A dash of cayenne pepper (optional)

Extract the grape fruit juice and lemon juice and put in a blender. Grate the ginger and garlic and squeeze their juices into the blender. Add water, Udo’s and acidophilus powder and blend for 35 to 40 seconds. Pour the juice in a glass and serve with a dash of cayenne pepper.

Already feeling better. And now, a nap.

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Mardi Gras, yo. You can make it one more day.

Maybe you’re up bright and early, or more likely, you’ve been up all night and you don’t want the party end. Well, if you are in the latter category you don’t need my help figuring out what to do today. You are a real partier, and you’re definitely not web-surfing (do the kids still call it that?) at 8 am, someone has already dragged you to Mimi’s, where you’re waiting for the Society of Saint Anne marching club to assemble. Which will look something like this:

Just give yourself over to the tide. Theoretically, the goal of St. Anne is to be a marching club that takes its members to see Rex, the king of Carnival. But, along the way, St. Anne takes her children through the French Quarter, where most of them get lost. A little too close to home, huh? See, you’re not even listening to me anymore.

Have fun!!!

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Just Another Manic Lundi

Lundi Gras y’all.

This marathon year of a carnival season is almost over, and everyone I know is sick. Between the non-stop Saints party leading into Mardi Gras, and the frigid temps, we’re all worn down to a nub. If you’re one of the lucky ones who feels well enough to make a day out of it, there’s quite a mixed bag of things to do in the French Quarter today.

After the morning parades, make your way to the Louisiana Music Factory where, at 2pm, poet/revolutionary/felon (well, actually that got changed to a misdemeanor thanks to Abbie Hoffman and others) John Sinclair and his friend, local musician Carlo Ditta, will be putting on some sort of show involving music and poetry. John Sinclair is a living legend: a Detroit poet, former leader of the White Panthers, one-time manager of the MC-5, etc. Free. You should be so lucky.

Now, let’s pull a 180, well, maybe not a 180, more like a 90. Make your way a little further into the French Quarter, where, from 3-8, at Ellie Monster Vintage and Recreated Western Wear will be “Le Chantes Cowboy Soiree,” which translates (roughly) to “Singing Cowboy Party,” featuring real-live rodeo cowboy and guest star on HBO’s Deadwood, Monty “Hawkeye” Henson. Yee-Haw. Oh, and pick yourself up an awesome cowboy shirt. I believe this is a photograph of a cardboard cut-out of Hawkeye. How meta.

At some point around 5 or 6, you could sneak away from the hoedown and head over to Woldenberg Park to watch the arrival of the courts of Rex and Zulu. It is the appropriate thing to do on Lundi Gras, afterall. There is something very monarchist and classist about this whole charade though, I’m not entirely sure John Sinclair would approve. Or, he’d tell you to get your head out of your @$$ and have a good time.

So, you’ve gone home and had a disco nap, and you’re wondering which of the many, amazing dance parties going on in this city you are going to grace with your presence. This one of the biggest party nights of the year, if not THE biggest party night of the year; and, after much thoughtful consideration, you’ve decided to head over to The Saint where Soul Sister is putting on “Lundi Gras Lowdown!” featuring Soul Sister, J Logic, Ronnie Reese & Brice Nice. 10pm-’til. Free yo!

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Early V-day

So, as of this posting, the parades are still on for tonight. Muses will now roll at 8:00 pm, along the traditional parade route. Here’s the skinny.

Since the parade is rolling so late, you’ve got some time this evening. And, since you’ve learned–the hard way–that Valentine’s Day is a crappy night to eat out (e.g. special ‘turn and burn’ prix fixe menus, passive-aggressive couples seated next to you all glassy-eyed drunk and miserable, etc.) you decide to have your romantic Valentine’s Day dinner tonight, and then go watch Muses, a most romantic parade, around 9 or so. I know V-day is crap, but, c’mon, any excuse to have a fancy dinner with someone you love…and, I mean, make it your own. One of my favorite Valentines ever was a card made from Nan Goldin‘s photograph, “Heart-Shaped Bruise.”

How about one of my favorite restaurants in New Orleans?– Lilette.

Start with marinated Spanish anchovies with stewed onions and basil bruschetta ($9.50) and a raw salad of Brussel sprout, beet, onion, fennel, carrot, arugula, hazelnut and Banyuls vinaigrette ($9.50). Then, because someone has to, your date opts for the fried Kurobuta pork belly with a salad of melon, sweet onion, cucumber, peashoots and herbs ($24), while, on a cold night like this, you can’t resist a warm bowl of Bouillabaisse with lobster, scallop, cod, shrimp, clams, mussels, and Alaskan King crab claw in a saffron-lobster broth with a rouille crouton ($37). Enjoy with a bottle of Zefiro Prosecco ($36). And, since it’s V-Day, dessert is in order. How about you share Quenelles of goat cheese creme fraiche with poached pears, pistachios and lavender honey ($8.50) with a glass of Royal Tokaji Hungarian dessert wine and an espresso.

Now, you’re full, and ready to watch Muses. Try to mash yourself into the crowd by Circle Bar, because after the parades are passed, at 10, the Action Action Reaction indie dance party starts–which will be sexy, good fun for about an hour, until you realize you are way too old for indie dance parties.

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Bachelors and Muses

How about we start our evening with a PhD talking about New Orleans’ social history? Most people will be in full-blown party mode by now, but we like to strike a balance…a little culture, an ounce of edification before we flash our breasts to strangers for pieces of plastic made by Chinese children (j/k, we don’t do that). From 6-8 this evening at the Lousiana State Museum’s Cabildo, a most lovely building in the French Quarter…

…Dr. Emily Clark will be giving a talk called, “A Bachelor Patriarch in New Orleans, 1800-1830.” I’ll reprint the blurb:

Samuel Moore was born in West Florida to parents who had migrated to the new British colony from Virginia after the Seven Years War. By the turn of the 19th century he was living in New Orleans and had formed a life partnership with a free woman of color named Dorothée Lassize. Moore, classified as “white” was legally barred from marrying Lassize, but the pair never parted and raised a large family together. Moore doesn¹t fit the Francophone Creole stereotype that is usually associated with such relationships. The archives of New Orleans reveal, however, that this English-speaking man born a Protestant in a British colony was as typical of the “bachelor patriarchs” of early national New Orleans as the more familiar Creole figure. This event is free and open to the public.

I just love this sort of New Orleans history. And there will be refreshments.

Speaking of refreshments, at some point soon you should stock up on these tetra pak boxes of wine. The wine is actually good, and it’s organic (hey, bonus) BUT, most importantly, it is a nice healthy portion in a most convenient “tetra pak” absolutely perfect for carrying around with you to parades and such. And, they’re like $12. Think juice box for big girls, that will last you all night.

So, you’re enlightened, you got your juice box, and you’re just in time to catch the Muses parade that should be heading to Canal right about now from uptown. Muses is one of the few parades not to be missed. It’s the only all-woman parade to roll at night, and they have the best costumes and throws. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes.


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Where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average.

Alright. I’m just gonna come out and say it. I’m not sure if I can hear the words “Who Dat!” for very much longer. I’m “who dat”ted out, y’all. But, I guess I’m going to have to suck it up and stop being the football equivalent of Scrooge for one more day, because the Black and Gold Saints Victory parade is rolling today. The WHOLE DAMN city is going to be there, and if that can’t reinfect you with the “who dat” virus, then your heart is a lost cause. It’s a city-wide, half-day holiday. Schools are letting out early. I believe it might even be a civic responsibility to be there.

So the parade rolls from the Superdome to over by the Convention Center, via St. Charles and Canal Street. Here’s a map. Head over to the Circle Bar at Lee Circle, and stake out a spot out in front of there before the parade rolls at 5 pm. It’s in the crooked little house that looks like the one from the Pixar movie Up.

So, after the parade passes your spot there at Lee Circle, I would start walking toward the Treme. It’s a little bit of a hike, but it will be nothing but happiness and good cheer, and smiling on your brother, until you get to the Mahalia Jackson Theatre. At 7:30 Garrison Keillor himself will be there giving a talk in that soothing grandfatherly voice of his–hopefully with a tale or two from Lake Wobegon thrown in. What a better way to come down from all this craziness? I wish they’d let you drift off to sleep there, but probably not.

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