When Jes was little she used to live in a big house in Soulard. This is what the house looked like over Mardi Gras.



The house has since been split into two condos. The Bacardi people were using the back half as a staging area, but the owner, George, was also there with some of his friends. At first George thought we were putting him on, but then Jes convinced him via her knowledge of the architecture and we were then given a tour. In the basement we pilfered some Bacardi Mardi Gras shirts (“Are you pilfering our shirts?” “Yes, can we?” “Sure” “Thanks”) and then we went around front for another tour from the owner of the front half. He let us up on the roof.



We also ran into Becky C’s brother Will at this party. So odd what a small town this is. My only other picture worth posting (most of them are out of focus) is of the start of the drag race over at Clementine’s. The queen in the pink wig won it:



There were lots of naked people, but I’m sorry to say I didn’t photograph any of them. We were also too cold to stick around for the midget KISS cover band (which upon reflection may have been a mistake to miss).