toga man with the alligator and the crawfish

since tomorrow is "hercules day"... i thought i would share this with you fine folks. (hercules has always been my favorite parade and this year will be matt's second year riding so i'm super excited). plus, his family is down for the weekend (some have never experienced mardi gras, and others of them are now insanely addicted from their last-year's experience), so we're gonna show them a good time.

this past weekend, i attended a pre-tableau party (i guess that's what it's called) for the krewe of hercules. it was at the quality inn here in houma. they open up the whole inside part of the hotel to these bunch of lieunatics (best way to describe them really).. there's a band, a pool, a 1.5 foot high wooden platform square thing in the middle of the floor for people to dance on and drunk people to trip on. there was even a man doing the alligator on that box and he dumped his drink all over himself... and for those of you who have never experienced what we call "the alligator"... basically all it is is someone humping the floor. i've never actually done it myself, but i've seen it hundreds of times. we had lots of fun making faces through the hotel room window when people walked by us.

the next night was the hercules tableau and ball thing... men dress up in skirts and tights and feathers... and everyone gets all perty and dances around like drunk fools. too bad i got there a half hour before it ended. i had to shoot a wedding and then my bro dustin locked his keys in his car ... so that delayed us a bit. anyway, here's some shots from the weekend.


me and matt being ourselves



THIS is what he does.. (see what i put up with?)



me and brandi dancing (i know it goes the other way, i just like it better like this)



us, the retards



fun with the popo.



i will go to any lengths to get in your pictures, so watch out.



these guys had no idea what happened here.. (look at this one closely)



nothing like a little window shopping to pass the time.



i think this thing was called a peppermint patty. i had no idea what was happening they just told me to sit my hiney down and then everybody gathered around and started taking pictures. really kinda freaked me out. first the whip cream, then the chocolate syrup, followed by some peppermint schnapps, swish around lightly.... then down the hatch. it was actually pretty good.



brandi, me, and matt (see, he really is capable of making a normal face .... even though he has to be threatened first)



of course... again.. there is ALWAYS time for self portraits.



me, brandi, and my brother dustin at the hercules tableau ball thing.



matt and me at the hercules tableau ball thing (that's his costume for the float... pretty snazzy eh?... CHICKENS?! did someone order CHICKENS?!)


so, here's to hoping matt has a great ride day tomorrow.... and, of course, that he sees us on the parade route.

a tisket, a tasket, gays don't like snickers

okay so i'm sitting at home tonight enjoying my pizza rolls and watching house as usual on a tuesday, and i hear the newslady say something along the lines of "remember that snickers commercial during the superbowl? well, stay tuned to find out why it won't be seen on tv anymore" ... i always look forward to seeing the funny superbowl commercials. heck, even if the game's not good, the commercials give you a reason to keep watching. and this year, i thought the snickers one where the guys kiss was one of the better ones. so, this is a tad upsetting (but not enough for me to lose sleep over .. in my queen-sized double foam padded, feather matressed comfy bed).

well, apparently some gay activist convinced a bunch of his gay activist friends that this commercial was offensive and that the money snickers paid to make this commercial should have been used for posters and multi-colored markers for their next public protest.... because they managed to get it pulled off the air. i have to say, if i got together a group of friends and complained every time something offended me, donald trump would have to walk around with a sombrero to cover that face-cringing mop of his.

and i'm still confused as to how archie bunker and al bundy slipped through the activist cracks, but... ah, well.

so, in my own personal protest of this decision, i am posting the commercial, and responses to the commercial and how great people think it is. i will warn you though.... if you get offended by red cars, men with hair on their heads and/or chests, chocolate, candy, candy wrappers, white people, hands, fingers, sounds, hubcaps, flourescent light, leather jackets, air hoses, testosterone, long hair, tires, screw drivers, nipples, noses, ears, car seats, wall clocks, plaid shirts, or the word "manly", it's probably best you shy away from this viewing experience. wouldn't want to ruffle your panties. (haha... i said panties.) panties. panties. panties. chimichanga. panties. panties. panties.





on another note, i brought taylor to the bank yesterday to open her own savings account and while we were filling out the paperwork, the owner of the bank came over and introduced himself to her... and, of course, posed for a few pictures. here are two of my favorites.





oh, and just so everyone knows, she is saving up for a kim possible doll (so she says)... it was a black brick house with a swimming pool, but she's changed her mind. silly girl. everyone knows you use your savings to buy girlscout cookies.

my next post will consist of photos from the hercules bash this past weekend.. but for now, i'm just too darn pooped.