HELLARAD

If you know HELLARAD, you know that we just don’t drink like normal people. We like to drink and DO STUFF. It doesn’t really matter if it’s arts & crafts at our favorite bar, heckling a Rose City game or writing haikus, if you give us an activity to do while we put back a few brews, we’ll go apeshit.

So it’s par for the course that last Friday night, J Crush (our resident Saints fan) decided it was high time she learned us how to really party. Like how they do where she’s from. After all, it is Carnival season in New Orleans, and the kickoff party is traditionally held on Epiphany, or the Twelfth Night. This is January 6th. I don’t know why. And I’m not going to go into all the details here, because I don’t know them. I will say that those Southern kids sure have a lot of rules to their drinking games!!! However, we reminded ourselves, at the heart of the matter there are PARTIES involved. Lots of them. So we were in.
If you wanna get yer geek on, you can read up on Epiphany here.

We were more concerned with the cake and drinking parts of the party. We met up at Iron & Gold, where Mickey got everybody in the Party Gras mood with some choice tunes. Crush made a couple King Cakes from scratch, and dude, let me tell you.

They are GOOD. I didn’t even care that I didn’t get one of the traditional baby figurines inside my first piece. Or my second, or my third. Anyway.

So we drank some beers, and ate hella cake, and celebrated loudly (YEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHH!) every time somebody got a piece with a baby in it. Two of the people to get the babies were crowned our Queens. This means they are responsible for making more cakes and planning more parties (one a week until Fat Tuesday on February 21st). All the baby excitement made for some good quotes.

“Hey, this doesn’t taste like babies” – Me

“I really want a baby!” – Skato

“Everything tastes like babies to me” – Tyson

“Show me the baby!”

“I’m trying!!!” – Mickey

Skato and Molly ended up being crowned Queens (usually there’s a King too but, you know, they’re chicks), and Chani, Crush and (we think…things got kinda fuzzy there at the end) Tyson ended up being crowned as members of the Royal Court.

So, there you have it. The Queens have almost-officially dubbed our krewe “Adventure Team”, and I hear the next party may or may not involve a placenta-shaped piñata.

Until next week’s party, keep it ‘Rad!
xoxo
-Moxxxie