Well gosh darn. Here we are a month out from the last post. I have a pretty good excuse – I spent a week of that month partaking in dubious Mardis Gras related activities in New Orleans, including getting dangerously close to getting my feet run over by large slow moving vehicles (some of us never learn) while begging for ‘throws,’ accepting rides from a strangers of questionable sobriety, roaming the streets of the french quarter in the early morning with a granny cart full of beer, and watching marathons of True Detective alone at 4am.
bitch you don’t know my life
Ellen’s excuse is something lame like school or whateverrr.
Oh ya, we’ve also been really busy wearing animal onesies. It takes a lot of time and commitment to harness the energy invoked when donning this fine piece of attire. We’ll get back to you when our arduous work in this regard is done. Til then… work yo back!
In honor of my freshly booked upcoming trip to New Orleans for Mardis Gras I wanted to once again discuss the horses of the New Orleans PD.
Once I posted about the trillest equine – the one who casually dips into strip joints while on duty.
Well there are also some haters among those ranks. This police officer is also displaying extremely wack behaviour. Trying to hit unsuspecting innocent tourists? NOT TRILL.
haters everywhere I go
What is it with horses man? Maybe they saw me engaging in some pretty wack behaviour of my own?
also un-trill behaviour
***For the record my days of jumping into cop cars were LONG ago and are very far behind me. I’m like a responsible professional now who fears and respects the law. ***
So off to New Orleans I go, hopefully for more spirited encounters with my zany equine acquaintances! Stay tuned …
YOU KNEW THIS POST WAS COMING…
There are a lot of dope horses we encounter on a daily basis. See pictured
some of the homies
But none compare to the horses of the New Orleans Police Department (official slogan and tagline: ‘I don’t know’ eg: ‘I don’t know why the streets are blocked off,’ ‘I don’t know when the streetcars will run again,’ ‘I don’t know why you are asking me questions it is not as though I am a public servant and an officer of the law,’ etc…).
Once years ago in the seedy haze of Bourbon Street we saw a NOLA PD horse go into a strip club. Well, it tried, and it had a hard time getting through the door. But it definitely got its head in and managed to get a ‘peep’ of ‘Little Darlings.’ That’s the whole story. It really happened. Ellen’s visual recreation of that timeless moment: