Spent almost the entirety of Mardi Gras 2012 and Mardi Gras 2015 en femme. My band plays Mardi Gras every couple years, so I always take the opportunity to spend as much time as Molly playing and partying down there. Basically I step off the tour bus, put my wig on, and it's go-time.
Oh, and here's a funny story from 2012. We marched a parade called the Box of Wine Parade on Sunday afternoon. It's a really cool, laid back parade but it's called "Box of Wine" for a reason. As we marched, these mostly naked nymphs and satyrs who were the Queen's court kept dancing through the parade with either boxes of box wine or red, five-gallon gas cans full of wine. When a girl wearing nothing but faerie wings, pasties, and a large leafy tutu dances up to you to pour a bunch of white wine into your mouth from a gas can you don't say no.
By the end of the parade I was apocalyptically drunk, and on the walk back to where we were staying I got separated from the band. So here I am walking alone drunk through thronging crowds on St. Charles all dolled up carrying my horn and having no idea where I was. Eventually I just went to a taxi stand and a very cute young man picked me up. He turned out to be Basque, and spent the entire time checking me out in the car mirror, and when he dropped me off he tried real hard to get my number. It was adorable.