Saturday, March 01, 2003I wonder how many blog widow(er)s there are out there, and what they'd have to say if asked their opinions about blogging. I've been lucky so far, because my husband Brent has been very supportive and understanding about this whole blogging thing. (That is, aside from nightly attempts to lure me away from the blogosphere with reruns of favorite movies, like Pushing Tin and Best in Show.)
Well, this weekend, it's Revenge of the Blog Widower -- Brent is dragging me off to New Orleans to attend the decadent display known as the M.O.M.'s Ball (Krewe of Mystic Orphans and Misfits). Although I'm from New Orleans, I'd never even heard of the M.O.M.'s Ball until I met Brent (I've led such a sheltered life). Anyway, the M.O.M.'s Ball takes place tonight at Mardi Gras World in Algiers, where I grew up, and it's shrouded in secrecy. What is widely known is, the Radiators jam all night, and the party-goers are a site to be seen, with decadence and debauchery on full display. (I just learned the secret theme of this year's ball from the Radiators' website.) Attendance is by invitation only, and guests are required to be in full costume!
Yup. Paybacks are hell. But, then again, I probably would have dressed up like Little Red Riding Hood anyway, for a chance to listen to some live Fishhead Music and party with the Radiators in New Orleans (sorry, Mom and Dad, I had no defense).7:44:03 AM
