Mardi Gras for Charity

Voodoo Mardi Gras for Charity Poster

Last Saturday, March 5, I worked with Fibbers on Ormond Quay to put together a New Orleans Style Voodoo Mardi Gras Party. The goal was to have some fun, and raise some money for Our Lady’s Children’s hospital (Crumlin) here in Dublin. For my friends in the US, they are essentially the equivalent of Primary Children’s Hospital in Salt Lake, or Eggleston Children’s Hospital in Atlanta.

The Bar Servers

Jason, (Above center) the bar manager of Fibbers put together a great night – he organized the raffle, he got a fabulous band called T-bone, and printed off the poster and flyers for the event.

Mardi Gras Queen

Meanwhile, I did the poster (top) out of a bunch of creative commons images and some of my own from Mardi Gras, made the No Sew Voodoo dolls, and created the bar decorations including a pair of huge poster sized theater masks in frames, decorations to hang from the ceiling (about 20 violet music notes on yellow and green curved backgrounds), and purchased a bunch of masks that were supposed to arrive in time to decorate and sell with the price of admission. It was a lot of work, but in the end, it was worth it – we raised about 500 Euros – despite the hiccups. (The 80 masks and about half the beads didn’t come in time for the party, so we wound up raising all of the money solely through the raffle. Also, not all of the decorations got hung up because there wasn’t enough time in between the underage gig and our fund-raising event.)

Most of the pictures are up here in my Mardi Gras set.

I do have some video of the band to upload if I can get my video media maker working again, but it’s a bit dark, so it may not work. Otherwise, by the time I got home and to bed (nearly 4am Sunday morning) I was completely wrecked. Apparently, so was my Mardi Gras dog.

Tuckered Out

Here’s hoping your Mardi Gras was as successful and fun as mine!

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Happy Mardi Gras!

or Literally –
A day dedicated to the FAT in all of us!! WOO HOO!
Ok so it’s not exactly dedicated to people being fat, but it is fat in the sense of Living Large, on a grander scale, partying hardy before we have to give it all up for the somber and solumn season of Lent.
In that tradition, I say that even though Lent happens, and Guilt and solumness – what’s wrong with Livin Large every day – but not to excess?!?
Living Large to me is basically doing the best you can every day, having the most fun you can every day and quite simply, enjoying every aspect of your life. Sure, it means throwing a few beads once in a while, showing your tits once in a while, screaming “throw me some shit” (and literally having shit thrown at you sometimes), but it also means realizing that those aren’t the core of life – but instead, just the fleeting fringes.
That deep philosophy being noted, I’m going to try to lighten the mood by saying…
HAPPY MARDI GRAS!!!
Now, throw me some shit, gimme some beads, and Yep, I have a pair of tits!
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