The Carnival is over

Mardi Gras has officially ended and I didn't have my camera for the last five days, so I'll be relying on other's peoples Mardi Gras pictures of the family, neighbors and friends doing the Saint Anne's parade and subsequent wanderings afterward around the French Quarter. The baby made it like a trooper through most of it, but by the walk back home, she was passed out cold in the stroller.
Lundi Gras was nice too, the family finally made it out to Washington Square in the Marigny to check out the playground. I am happy to report that the swing-set had a bucket seat swing that the baby could use. She was squealing with delight on both swing and slide (it is a big slide that her and her father could use together) and got upset when it was time to leave (another little girl was waiting patiently to use the swing behind us).
When we got back to the house, the Daddy Man stayed at home with the baby so my dear friend of twenty-two years and I could go out and see a parade and have a drink together. She had gotten injured on her bike on the way over, but she did not let that dampen her Carnival spirits and we went out and had a great time after my partner patched her up.
We were late to the parade and it had already passed Saint Roch, so we biked down to Buffa's Lounge on Esplanade and caught up with it there, and had some vodka cocktails. Afterwards, we opted to head back towards the neighborhood, with a stop at Marie's Bar for happy hour and their cheap vodka cocktails. I have no idea how many, but it was enough.
Then we came back to the house and I fried some pork chops, made some stuffing and a salad and
we feasted. It was a happy Carnival, to be sure.