Partying with Krewe du Jieux

I found the car—eventually.


It sounds like an evocative first line for a short story and I may use it someday.  The reality is more banal.  I went to the Krewe de Vieux parade and the Krewe du Jieux after party, left at midnight and could not find the car.  I had noted the address that I was parked in front of—even though the street sign was down.  I had noted the peculiar intersection of three streets.  I had followed the same street back—but no car.  In fact, the entire intersection was not there.  I was presented with a typical quadrangle grid.  Sigh!   I might as well have marched in the parade, as L.J. offered, because I was limping by the time I found the car.

Don’t imagine by these words that I didn’t enjoy myself.  I even got asked to dance.  I warned the guy that I couldn’t dance, but he insisted.  I think that I managed to stay off his toes because he asked me again later. *   The music last night was a loopy mixture of metallic klezmer, jazz, and whatever the D.J. slipped in.  And the Panorama Brass Band played for the Barak Mitzvah, presided over by the newest Rabbi in town---Rabbi Ury. 

I took lots of pictures and will probably include a link here when they finish uploading.  I promise not to upload all of them!





* However, he did say that most of the other women refused him.  He was probably twice the age of the college students.

Partying with Krewe du Jieux, with pictures

On Friday, I was so sick.  I dosed myself with Coricidin HBP and went to the last half of the Krewe du Jieux coronation.  I was so ill that I forgot the camera.  So—no pictures of that. 

As I left the coronation, I heard this guy behind me exclaim:  “The Jews know how to party!”  I laughed and turned around.  A tall slim black guy was talking on the phone.  “Listen honey,” he continued.  “I’m on my way home.  I’ve just attended the coronation of the Kings of the Jieuxs and I’ve been made a knight in the nation of the Jieuxs!”  It was a good evening.  ”The knight” showed up on Saturday and you will see him in the photo labeled tableau.

By Saturday, I was better.  Thank goodness, because I had to read “The Song of the Sea” in service.  Only 4 verses, but I am enough of a perfectionist to be worried.  All of the medicine probably calmed my nerves.   Home again, and I plopped myself into bed.  Got up at 3, piddled around and was downtown for 5:30.  I ended up parking in Treme; the Marigny was already packed with cars.  (Hence my problem locating the car later.)   Anyway, the pictures follow.

Funny note: Picassa has a new option that attempts to recognize faces and name them.  In every case, it did not realize that Roger’s, David’s, or L.J.’s features were faces.  Perhaps it was the fake noses?

and video in which I am told I can be seen.

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