12th Night

It's the 12th night of Christmas, officially kicking off the carnival season here in the Big Easy. Unfortunately, the event that was supposed to pass by our home has been moved to Canal Street, because the street cars aren't running on St. Charles right now. So, if we want to get in on the festivities, we'll have to go downtown or mid-town.

Our cousin Dorothy said her son was attending the big 12th Night Ball here, and she said there were many balls through the carnival season. She said, if we were interested, that she could get us invitations to a ball. We're considering it. I haven't worn a formal since...well, I don't know. Maybe the early 90s. If we do go, I will post pictures of my, uh, transformation from canyon rat into queen of the ball.

I clean up pretty well. My only problem is the gown. I wish my friend Carolyn was here to help me pick one out. She has great taste.