Sunday Before Fat Tuesday

Sunday, March 2nd
I woke up for the final time at 12:26 p.m.
The Natchez was gone; having not even stirred me from my sleep with its calliope nor its horn blast on the way out.
I decided that I had things to do under there and would wait until the next launch before coming out.
Lavish Lifestyle Rears Head
I had only a couple of dollars more than the day before, due to the realization of one of my fears about the Mardi Gras carnival, namely the fear of living a more lavish lifestyle and spending more as I might be making more.
Saturday, March 1st
Saturday had begun with the discovering of a group of young men who had come under the dock to drink and smoke.
They gave me a shot of Scotch. We emerged en masse.
I then went to The Unique Boutique and spent $5.50 on cigarettes and a 16 oz. Heineken.
Then, to The Toulouse Market to spend another $4.68 on brandy, which I brought here, the The Royal Blend, to spike my ($2) coffee with to sip while I rendered yesterdays post.
After that, I went to see the weed man on Canal Street ($5) before heading for the Lilly spot, already 12 bucks in the hole.

25 Dollar Saturday

I encountered loud music blaring from a PA at the Lafitts Blacksmith Shop Tavern, which prompted me to move down yet further to a spot diagonal to The Quartermaster, which is 100 feet from where Leslie used to live and which has barred him from ever entering there; after disparaging remarks about homosexuals were made by him, during the Southern Decadence festival a while back.

There was a lot of foot traffic (people who ask for directions to the fabled Frenchmen Street from Bourbon are almost uniformly told, for simplicity' sake, to just follow Bourbon street, then make a right on Esplanade; just one turn, no fuss; and this put me right in their path where I was) and I made about 25 bucks and got a compliment of "You sound good," from a young lady; the same who threw 10 dollars on top of my backpack. 

I, once again, had been too lazy to fully set up my rig.
I was right in front of a well lit art gallery.

The Quartermaster

At 10 p.m., the music stopped blaring, and I returned to the Lilly spot and played until past 2 a.m., amassing the amount above.
When I finally knocked off; stopped at Rouses Market, where I got about 5 pounds of ground turkey, and continued down Royal Street, I encountered Tanya and Dorise.
It was 3:05 in the morning, and they were still playing; and they had a decent crowd of mostly African Americans around them.
I think I can take a lesson from them about playing my ass off for the next few days of "feast," before the famine of "right after Mardi Gras" settles upon us all...

Jar Adjusted

I have decided to put the jar on a sliding scale of 3% of whatever I make on a given day,

or the original 35 cents, whichever amount is larger.
This seems to make sense because I feel that I will never miss 3% of whatever I have and, frankly the statistic which reveals that I would only have $4,216 after having faithfully contributed to the "35 cent" jar since I have turned 18 years old makes me think that the amount is just too trivial.
Who wants to wait 33 years for $4,216? You could buy a brand new car with that, when I was 10 years old, but....
So, the past couple days, I have added $1.80, and 75 cents to the jar under my mattress, and tomorrow, who knows; maybe 35 cents....