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About The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current | View Entire Issue (Feb. 11, 1997)
Carnal carnival not for the weak
By Matthew Waite
NEW ORLEANS — Maybe 34
jj hours of driving for a 48-hour party
l seems absurd. Crazy, even.
1 But it was Mardi Gras, the annual
I pre-Lent bash that pits the sins of the
j, flesh against the sands of time. Get
1 your sinning in now, altar boy, because
I you have to give it all up at midnight,
I on the very first moments of Ash
| Why did I go?
| Because it was there.
I had to go. The moment my room
| mate and fellow lord of the open road,
| Adam Lincicum, said “Let’s go to
I Mardi Gras,” there was no way 1
| couldn’t go.
It was a challenge. A dare. A quest.
I wanted to be the first kid on my
r. block to get a woman to take off her
I shirt for beads (For the record: I never
I did. There were too many people who
| had similar ideas. I could just sit back
and let them do the work).
i I wanted to sludge through a gravy
[ mix of urine, dirt, puke and alcohol
1 so I could stand with 100,000 of my
I closest friends in a five-block area try
ing to get women to take off their
clothes and NOT get slapped, kicked,
hit or generally discouraged from such
And I wanted to get abysmally
drunk in a city whose city officials,
according to the Tulane University
humor magazine BrouHaHa, mask a
high murder rate for a week by call
ing random violence “Carnival activi
What I saw at Mardi Gras was the
biggest clustering of college students,
junkies, whores, beggars, pimps and
every other assorted piece of trash this
side of spring break.
And yeah, it was fun.
There are few opportunities in life
to go to a place that is 10 times more
wild than you can ever dream. I
thought 20,000 people on Daytona
Beach was crazy—that side show was
a chess tournament compared to this.
Women pulled up their shirts and
dropped their pants (front and back)
to get beads. Beads, I said. And hordes
of camera-toting men went crazy.
Funny thing about sexuality —
when the women got naked, everyone
had fun. When the men got naked,
every other man looked away, women
just laughed to themselves and the
cops arrested them for indecent expo
Guess which gender is the more
Mardi Gras is not for everybody,
but if you ever think about going, go.
Don’t him and haw, just go. Get in
your car and go.
Photos by Matthew Waite
(Clockwise from top)
AFTER DOWNING half of a bottle of vodka, these men had to
temporarily halt their quest to reach Bouibon Street—a mere 10 feet from
their destination. Both men were too drunk to say their names audibly.
THE REUGIOUS-AT-HEART were omnipresent on New Orieans’ French
Quarter. Their huge signs waving over the drunken crowd crammed onto
Bourbon Street were easy to see — and hard to get away from.
GETTING A GOOD VANTAGE POINT at any of the three daily parades
was an exercise in creativity.
AN ALCOHOL VENDOR shouts for customers to partake of his wares,
which are readily available for carryout.
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