samedi gras

the king of the bacchus parade was hulk hogan. this was the 40th anniversary of the krewe, so they had lots of floats that covered the last 4 decades: films/tv/music/fashions of the 60s/70s/80s and so on. getting hit in the head with a bag of beads thrown from a giant Elton John head hurts.

now we sit at felixes and wait for our food. we have been passing out around 6am every night. we have to check out at noon. tomorrows gonna suck.