They're Coming to Pee on My House

Tomorrow is the Krewe De Veaux parade through my neighborhood. I didn't pay much attention to the flyer they sent around earlier this week announcing the theme will be "Stimulus Package," and naming sub-krewes with names reminiscent of the dirty jokes you and your siblings used to whisper to each other when mom and dad were in the other room.

I'm not sure if this should have been my warning. I've planned my day largely as a usual Saturday. Gym in the morning, work on Burlesque costume, perhaps some light writing in the evening, then a burlesque show at night.

I did leave in some time to observe the parade, maybe throw on a wig and dance a little to look like a local.

My friend at the gym told me that streetcars won't be running, that people would be peeing on my house, and that I should buy earplugs if I want to sleep tomorrow night.

Armed with this new information, I've put new batteries in my stun gun ... and chilled some beer in my fridge in case I can't beat em'.