Dresses for Buddy D

It was cold today. It was a cold day to bicycle through the city wearing a dress. But it had to be done.

With Krewe du Vieux last night and bicycling all around the city today, I'm pretty tired. Too tired to write. I'll let a few pics do the talking.

Here's me and Howie at Buddy D's grave:

Here we are our first stop praying to Buddy D:

Here we are at the Dome:

Then we went to Bourbon Street, and then finally home to some heat and more clothes. It's hard to bicycle in a dress. More pictures here.