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Even though the weather has for the most part been lousy, this is still my favorite time of year here in the Big Moonpie. Between Senior and Super Bowl parties and of course the carnival season, I have been a busy little gossip columnist. So show me your somethings, and I’ll give you all the scoop. Fine then, don’t. I guess I’ll give it to you anyway.

Senior Mud Bowl

The 92-ZEW/WNSP tent was the place to be at the Senior Bowl lot, especially considering the miserable weather on Jan. 27. Local favorites Peek provided the tunes and drummer John Hamilton did a dead-on imitation of “Shook Me All Night Long.” The Zew’s afternoon deejay Gene Murrell also joined the guys for a few tunes.

Always Room for (Super Bowl) Squares

The Garage and Callaghan’s both ran Super Bowl Boards, with the Garage doing $100 squares for a $10,000 prize and Callaghan’s doing $50 squares for a $5,000 grand prize. The big money at Callaghan’s went to Patrick Marquis, but co-owner John Thompson won several of the smaller quarterly prizes, which smells funny to the Boozester. Sounds like he may be borrowing from Garage owner Wendell Quimby’s playbook. Quimby won the $10K prize at his bar one year. This year, the big Garage money went to some guy named Ben – sorry that’s all I could get.

Nodine’s “Golden” Accomplishment

It seems when County Commissioner Steve Nodine isn’t paving roads, lemon juicing his hair or laughing like a seagull who swallowed a latex glove, he is playing the Golden Tee golf game at The Garage. It seems “The Hammer” has made the High Scores page on the video game as “Nodine” is clearly spelled ou in neon letters. Congrats Hammer on yet another amazing accomplishment.

Roman Legions

The Roman legions who were in town in conjunction with the Pompeii convention wowed crowds outside the Exploreum with their reenactments and such. I think they wowed the crowds even more though when they marched in the freezing cold Conde Cavaliers parade- especially the ones who marched shirtless.

Now, that’s hardcore. Anyway, we hear a guy who hangs out at Robbins Chevron (on the corner of Ann and Government) almost ran away with them. And we’re fairly certain our own photographer David Trimmier strongly considered it.

Minus Five for Spelling

I guess you really can’t run a Spellcheck on Mardi Gras floats – a fact that was painfully obvious on the Pharoahs lead float Saturday, Feb. 3, which proudly proclaimed they were celebrating their 22nd “annivesary.” Happy Annivesary, Fay-rohs!

Show me your ding dong!

Usually you hear more about “ladies” flashing their tah-tahs for beads, but one of my spies tell me that under the balcony at B-Bob’s on Conti, some straight girls were making their boyfriends show their weenies for the guys on the balcony. According to my spy, the men were screaming and one asked how old the flasher was, to which he responded 22.

The man on the balcony screamed down, “Honey, I got underwear older than you,” which I can’t imagine was very encouraging to the young lads. But one of the guys gave the B-Bob’s fellas a little peek and they rewarded him with a pile of beads. Everyone was happy. I just love the spirit of giving during Mardi Gras!

Polka Dot Down

At the Thursday, Feb. 8 Polka Dot parade, one Dot on what I believe was a Toucan-themed float picked up a big box of goodies to throw out to the crowd standing in front of The Garage. As she leaned back to hurl it out to the parade-goers, she lost her balance and fell straight back. No word on if any injuries were sustained to the Dot or her box of goodies.

Boozie a homophobe? Puh-leez!

Anyone who is a regular Boozie reader knows some of my favorite people on the planet (AKA The Fruit Loop spies) are gay. So you can imagine my dismay after we received several complaints about calling the Osiris ball tableaux “fag-ulous” last issue, which is how our spies described it, which is why it was in quotes.

I guess I should have known it might have offended some, but my main gays always use that word in a positive manner when describing something that is super fabulous and somehow gay-related, so I really did mean it as a compliment. I thought it would be taken as hip gay lingo – not as a hateful slur. So to those it did offend, I do apologize. Anyone who knows anything about this paper/column should know we are beyond gay-friendly- we’re practically gay kissing cousins. So, naturally, I didn’t think anything about it, except how clever and saucy our spies were.

Just asking…

Which local politico was overheard outside The Garage during one of the first parades saying that despite popular opinion he was not having affairs with all of the Springhill women? No word on if any of the Springhill women would actually have affairs with him.

Well, that’s all I got this time kids. Nest issue will be chock full of Mardi Gras weekend gossip, so if you see anything scandalicious, make sure to send it to me at boozie@lagniappemobile.com. And just remember, whether rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous or just some plain ol’ ding dong lovin’, I will be there. Ciao.

Boozie Beer Nues is an incurable gossip and social butterfly. E-mail her hot tips to boozie@lagniapepmobile.com

Boozie Beer Nues is Lagniappe social butterfly. Contact her at boozie@lagniappemobile.com.

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