To all my out of town friends: I hope to see you for Carnival next year. I don’t have much space for you to sleep, aside for maybe a small child or three, possibly one adult. More space at the mother-in-law’s house in Gentilly could be procured though that would require complex and ultimately confounding negotiations I could manage but would rather avoid.
To all my New Orleans friends: I hope to see you for Carnival next year. You know where we live and you probably know where we usually catch the parades. No, we won’t be going to your Endymion party. Yes, bring food and drink–but by no means are these required. Yes, bring your friends. Yes, I understand it if events overtake you and we’re unable to sync our Carnival algorithm to yours.
To all my friends: Next year, we (I’m shifting to the plural here because Dedra, i.e. G Bitch, is my real draw) can help you take some of the edge off your Carnival experience by providing convenient parking, a claimed spot along the parade route, food, a place to relax and refresh with good cheer and two mostly clean, mostly functioning bathrooms.
Goals for next year:
More of my Carnival 2012 pictures here.