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Mardi Gras recap
Mar. 2nd, 2006 11:36 amYep, I actually was present during something Mardi Gras related. This was a first for me. I had never done anything Fat Tuesday ever, virgin material.
I was sent a text message from my internship supervisor saying she was going to be working that night and asked if any of us wanted to get some extra hours in. Let's see. Hmm. After the last week I had had, should I go somewhere with loud music and happy people where I might get to move my hips a little bit, or should I go to history class? Hmmm....
All photo's LJ cut to preserve bandwidth.
Here I am near the prize table being completely ( inconspicuous. )
The featured act that evening at DIXIE'S TAVERN (oh boy) was the electronic dance group SEXY PANTS!
The only thing I could think of when I saw them, besides laughing my ass off, was "DIRK DIGGLER MEETS DEVO!" It was so funny. They all started out in full track suits. Then they took off the jackets to reveal those tight little shirts. Then they ripped off their pants to reveal their "SEXY PANTS!" Not to mention the fact that they all danced like Napoleon Dynamite. It was sooo funny!
All of their music came from their Apple iBook and their ( Thomas Dolby poser DJ )
In regards to this photo, who needs Monet or Van Gogh. I have my camera phone. I should just blow it up and copy it onto a canvas.
Here they are ( torturing a poor woman. )
And finally, at the end of the night, here they are, ( washed out before their time. )
Over all, it was a good night. I felt a little out of sorts with all the smoke and having to inadvertently soak in people's neg vibes, but very few people wanted to win anything from the table so we were able to just hang and watch the band. Sexy Pants were hilarious and their music was decent as well. I meant that Devo comment as a compliment. Besides, you can't really diss someone too bad who packages their cd's in old jean backpockets. If I would have had $5, I might have bought one.
Hey, I even got a couple sets of beads. :) (and no, I did not have to flash anyone anything to get them. finger wagging at you, buddy)
I was sent a text message from my internship supervisor saying she was going to be working that night and asked if any of us wanted to get some extra hours in. Let's see. Hmm. After the last week I had had, should I go somewhere with loud music and happy people where I might get to move my hips a little bit, or should I go to history class? Hmmm....
All photo's LJ cut to preserve bandwidth.
Here I am near the prize table being completely ( inconspicuous. )
The featured act that evening at DIXIE'S TAVERN (oh boy) was the electronic dance group SEXY PANTS!
The only thing I could think of when I saw them, besides laughing my ass off, was "DIRK DIGGLER MEETS DEVO!" It was so funny. They all started out in full track suits. Then they took off the jackets to reveal those tight little shirts. Then they ripped off their pants to reveal their "SEXY PANTS!" Not to mention the fact that they all danced like Napoleon Dynamite. It was sooo funny!
All of their music came from their Apple iBook and their ( Thomas Dolby poser DJ )
In regards to this photo, who needs Monet or Van Gogh. I have my camera phone. I should just blow it up and copy it onto a canvas.
Here they are ( torturing a poor woman. )
And finally, at the end of the night, here they are, ( washed out before their time. )
Over all, it was a good night. I felt a little out of sorts with all the smoke and having to inadvertently soak in people's neg vibes, but very few people wanted to win anything from the table so we were able to just hang and watch the band. Sexy Pants were hilarious and their music was decent as well. I meant that Devo comment as a compliment. Besides, you can't really diss someone too bad who packages their cd's in old jean backpockets. If I would have had $5, I might have bought one.
Hey, I even got a couple sets of beads. :) (and no, I did not have to flash anyone anything to get them. finger wagging at you, buddy)
