Abita Amber – 6
Anchor Steam – 1
Whiskey + Coke – 2

I’m not sure how many people were here at Julie and Erin’s last night, but there were two handles of vodka, a handle of Captain Morgan, a handle of whiskey, two other handles of dark rum, a bottle of tequila, two cases of PBR, a case of Abita Amber, a 24 of Miller High Life, a six pack of Anchor Steam, a six pack of Czechvar, a bunch of other beer, a few bottles of wine, five small bottles of champagne and other alcoholic beverages here and there. All that’s left is some margarita mix and mudslides.

Two different people brought feasts of Popeye’s, plus Erin’s family owns a catering business so they brought loads of meatballs, jambalaya and shrimp with pasta. It almost made me cry, but that was just some food leaking out of my eyes.

All the floats were crazy. Three times as big as any float on Friday. The theme had something to do with dreams or dreaming or dreamland or something. Kid Rock was on one of the first floats. That’s right, I saw Kid “Warrior” Rock in person which now qualifies me to live in a trailer and shoot rats with my handgun. Their house is right at the beginning of the parade route and they turn left at the house so all the marching bands perform right in front of the house. Cassidy kept the spirit of Mardi Gras going at all times with his megaphone, everyone and their mother were trying to catch beads and pretty early on I was reaching for some beads and fell off the porch right into a trash can. As I fell Julie’s aunt said a prayer for me. She rolled her eyes every time she saw me after and rightfully so. I did fall into a trash can.

Endymion: The Party was killer. Their theme was White Trash in honor of Kid “Loyalty” Rock. People kept drunkenly complimenting Julie and Erin on their success. I think they even made some cash and no one seemed to puke in a place where they shouldn’t. Although someone made out with someone else’s husband, which ended up with a few college students and comics taking care of a four-year-old we didn’t know the name of. He is very artistic! I gotta say, for a four-year-old he took some interesting photos with Julie’s digital camera. I did try and brainwash him a bit. He kept trying to get on the bed and I wouldn’t let him, saying: “See what I’m doing here? I’m The Man and I’m ‘keeping you down.’ It’s symbolic.” “Y’know who killed JFK? George Bush!” “The government is lying to you!”

I got some awesome beads that have Mardi Gras rubber ducks, but the best beads I think went to Mike. They had foam baseballs on them! BASEBALLS! Matthew Maragno grabbed everything. Kyle, from Seattle, did as well. Those two looked like living Mardi Gras beads, which would’ve been the sweetest beads ever! I would have fought tooth and nail or dove into two trash cans for living beads.