Planning to head out to Endymion on my bike with Eric and Steward Saturday evening; I had my doubts that I would be worth much at all on my feet after the day I had all day and into the evening on Friday. I started to beg off entirely, but then thought I'd just ride over to the party and then leave from there to get Clydesdale shots...one of my unmet goals during the last 2 Mardi Gras seasons for various reasons. When I talked to Eric and the time was going to be pushed back a bit; I decided to go ahead and venture out on my own. Once I found the staging area for the Clydesdales, I knew that I'd be staying a while. And, I did.
What an opportunity!
It was so much fun to watch them unload, undress, get harnassed up, get in line, and then wait-wait-wait. What a patient and professional bunch everyone was...staff and Clydesdales. They were much more patient than I was. I'd hoped to see them set off on their way for the ride in the Endymion Parade last night, but I was overdone after a couple of hours plus of photos and waiting.
(And yes, sometimes you need a stool to get those harnesses way up there, as well as constant horse do duty.)
By the time I was photo-ed out and headed towards home; I finally stopped at an iron bench in City Park by NOMA to give Eric another call and update. The gang at the party was headed out to the parade. I begged off and headed on home...all aglow in Clydesdale Magic.
But then, I haven't told you about the man!
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