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Mar 1, 201910:48 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Down With the Flu

A true Carnival bummer


We’re all over the board in our family when it comes to Mardi Gras (I mean “Carnival season” – sorry, Errol!).

My husband and stepson are not big parade-goers, although we usually make it to Endymion and Rex together at the least.

Georgia thinks she likes parades and always begs to go only to immediately beg to leave once we actually get there.

Actual conversation from last Sunday:

Georgia: “Mama, please can I go with you and Sissy to the parades?”
Me: “Georgia, honey, no. You hate parades, remember? You always want to leave before it even starts.”
Georgia: “No, Mama, not this time. I promise. I really want to go.”
Me: “OK. Look at me. You CANNOT tell me you want to leave the minute I set down my stuff. IF you go, you HAVE TO STAY THE WHOLE PARADE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”
Georgia: “Yes, I promise. I promise promise. I won’t ask to leave.”
*30 minutes later, after loading our stuff in the car, having my husband drop us off, and weaving through the crowds on the neutral ground to try to find a patch of ground, the literal moment I set down my stuff*
Georgia: “Mama, I know I promised, but just … can we leave now?”

When I said no, she took my phone on the premise of playing a game on it and TEXTED MY HUSBAND PRETENDING TO BE ME AND BEGGED TO BE PICKED UP.

I am the opposite of Georgia: I never actually want to go to parades, but once I’m there, I usually have fun. I took Ruby and one of her roller derby besties to Pygmalion last week, and even though we got completely drenched, we had a blast catching wet Frisbees and yelling encouragement at the equally drenched majorettes dancing stoically along.

And then there’s Ruby. She is my Carnival superfan. I took Ruby to her first parade when she was just 9 weeks old, and although that was mayyyyyybe not a great idea – she was completely overstimulated and screamed her tiny head off for about two hours afterward; mistakes were made, OK? – she has loved it ever since. She goes to every parade possible and never complains about the walking or the crowds or the noise. She laughs and dances and gives most of her loot away to tourists and younger kids.

Which is why it’s extra-sad that Ruby woke up with a 103.5 fever on Wednesday and was subsequently diagnosed with the flu.

“But I can’t be sick,” she told her pediatrician. “I got the flu shot, and also Nyx is tonight!”

Alas, she missed Nyx, and although she tried to convince me that she felt great and her throat was maybe a little scratchy but barely even sore at all, she was sidelined for Muses, too.

My friend promised to glitter a special shoe just for Ruby, and that took some of the sting out of it, but she is still a pretty sad, sick little girl.

I hope she’ll rally in time to make it to some Sunday parades, but there’s no question that she’ll be back to fighting form by Tuesday. After all, she’s never missed a Mardi Gras since 2007, and she’s not about to start now.

Please send her healing vibes, and have a happy, safe, DRY Mardi Gras – I mean “Carnival season” – y’all!



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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans


        Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.




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