My first night in New Orleans, Craig and I went to M.O.M.'s Ball, a private party thrown by the Krewe of Misfits, Orphans and Mystics. It was held in a warehouse on the West Bank where they store many of the figures used by various krewes on their floats in their Mardi Gras parades. The pieces were scattered throughout the back room where the drinks and food were.
The party itself was fine, kind of like my experiences with Halloween in the Castro (exhibitionist without being hedonist), only alcohol was served. Craig set me up with a last minute costume, which I dubbed the "Boy-Faced Dog." Pictures may follow at some point -- the one taken with my camera came out terribly.
My first night in New Orleans, Craig and I went to M.O.M.'s Ball, a private party thrown by the Krewe of Misfits, Orphans and Mystics. It was held in a warehouse on the West Bank where they store many of the figures used by various krewes on their floats in their Mardi Gras parades. The pieces were scattered throughout the back room where the drinks and food were.
The party itself was fine, kind of like my experiences with Halloween in the Castro (exhibitionist without being hedonist), only alcohol was served. Craig set me up with a last minute costume, which I dubbed the "Boy-Faced Dog." Pictures may follow at some point -- the one taken with my camera came out terribly.
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