When Mardi Gras falls in early February–as does this year–it’s sometimes hard to get into the spirit of things. I mean, we’re still cleaning up the house from Christmas and New Year’s, and Superbowl threw the parade schedule off… It just doesn’t seem like Carnival. With any luck, though, getting dolled up for tonight’s Society of St. Ann Ball ought to bring me around. Too bad some of you won’t be around to enjoy it with us. We’ll try to take pictures…

That’s it, really. I’m trying to kill time at my computer ’till you know who wakes up and I can start making noise and getting ready.

Oh, one other thing: it seems we’re going to have a bloody mary breakfast party on Tuesday morning. If you’re in the neighborhood, drop by around 10am.

In other news: Caleb Carr is a whiny twit.

Nude! Nude! Nude! Sodomites!

“I have grown significantly, both personally and professionally, after nearly a decade of raising a family and exploring my craft. I view my appearance in Playboy as the first step in presenting myself to the world as I am.”

— Tiffany

AN AXIS OF EVIL

Right now, at this very moment, someone somewhere is watching Lethal Weapon 3.

That’s not a premonition, it’s not a hunch. It’s a fact. And it is mildly disturbing.

Zen exercise for the day: unearthing pearls of wisdom through anagrams. Apparently, boyfriend is merely another way of saying forbid yen, and sturtle is barely veiled code for let’s rut.

Whoa.

Deep.

[ This message brought to you via one of my favorite poets and the current meatspace edition of a certain magazine–which, coincidentally, features some snazzy artwork from one of our own. ]

Mardi Gras/Superbowl Weekend To-Do List, or
My Dance Card is Suddenly Full

Saturday, 10am: Vote.
Attire: sweats (thinking ahead to Saturday, 10:30am).

Saturday, 10:30am: Hit the gym.
Attire: see Saturday, 10:00am above.
Note: Yes, people actually go there to work out.

Saturday, afternoon: Straighten up the house for next week’s visitor.
Attire: Tignon, white linen top, burlap skirt held on by length of frayed rope.

Saturday, 6:00pm: Traipse over to the Radical Faerie ball.
Attire: Clothing-optional, but highly glittery displays are encouraged–especially those celebrating everyone’s favorite milkmaid–and the party’s namesake–Saint Bridget (although, given the day, this year’s event should rightly be devoted to the often-overlooked Saint John Neumann).

Saturday, 10:00pm: Stumble to the Shim Sham Club to catch a real rock show.
Attire: See Saturday, 6:00pm above. Once I get gussied up, I ain’t changin’.

Sunday, 10:30am: Hit the gym again.
Attire: see Saturday, 10:30am above
Note: I’m not a gymfreek. These are simply the only two days of the week I have time to go. So there.

Sunday, 1:00pm: Light a candle to Saint Dismas for Winona.
Attire: Stolen t-shirt, hot pants.

Sunday, afternoon: Straighten up some more for next week’s visitor.
Attire: see Saturday, afternoon above.

Sunday, 6:00pm: Schlep over to the Petronius Ball.
Attire: Black tie or fancy dress or anything I can squeeze my fat ass into that’s going to be comfortable for the three hours I have to sit and watch drunken queens parade in sequins and set themselves on fire.