Saturday, February 05, 2005

Back from New Orleans

I apologize for the silence. Long story, but suffice it to say that I've spent the last week in New Orleans. Between working and taking in the Mardis Gras celebrations -- and taking into consideration I was computerless -- there wasn't any blogging going on.

New Orleans is boiling to the point of overflow. Fat Tuesday is fast approaching, and the City is in rabid preparation. We took in a couple of parades, but the highlight for me was the Krewe of Muses. And the highlight was catching a great throw, a golden shoe, initialed by the Muse "JW," whomever she might be.

I'm sure it was quite amusing. We were on Tchoupitoulas Street, near the end of the parade route, and every time a float came by, I stretched out my arms and yelled, "Dear Muses, dear Muses. I wish for a shoe! Do you have a shoe for me?" By the end of the night, I had two shoes (the golden shoe for me and a blue, plastic slip-on slipper for Jenny) and a hoarse voice. Even the next day, I was talking like Barry White.

And for those who are wondering, no, I did not get in to the French Quarter, nor did I meet my ballet friends.

So, who, exactly, are the Muses?
The Muses are the Greek goddesses who presided over the arts and sciences. They were believed to inspire artists, especially poets, philosophers and musicians. Daughters of Zeus, king of the gods, and Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory, they were born at the foot of Mount Olympus in Pieria. Their name denotes 'memory' or 'a reminder', since early poets had no books to read from and thus relied on memory alone.
Well, those are the original Muses, anyway. These Muses are a bit more contemporary.
The five-year-old Muses organization has over 900 members and is the only all female organization that parades at night... The Krewe of Muses’ vision is to tap into and recognize the local artistic and cultural resources of the community and incorporate them into a Muses Mardi Gras tradition, making the entire community a part of the Krewe of Muses parade. Our ultimate goal is to contribute to the rich history of Mardi Gras.
In the mean time, the golden shoe will take a place of honor among the knick-knacks of the house. And, I'd like to thank the Muse who took pity on "yelling bald man" and tossed me the golden shoe. Made my night.

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