ANYONE GET THE TAGS OF THAT FLOAT THAT HIT ME?
Since arriving in New Orleans I have had trouble sleeping. Excitement? Nerves? Over-stimulation? Probably all the above. But after dancing deep into the wee hours of Sunday morning at Blue Nile for an encore performance of Big Sam’s Funky Nation, I was toast. It was well after 11am before I rolled out of bed Sunday and I immediately regretted the late night. My throat was sore, my head throbbing, and I ached all over like I’d been run over by the record 8-float trailer Endymion had debuted during the parade last night that we couldn’t quite see. [Read more…]