Your name is a household word. Your picture appears weekly in the tabloids. You've entered that special race of humans that no longer has to worry about money, or fame, or notoriety: your life is heaven itself. Still, you've never been to Mardi Gras and want to see what all the fuss is about. How do you keep a low profile amongst the throngs of people? Read on...
1.) Firstly, you'll need an oxygen mask to breathe our foul air. Just ask Bernie Mac. No, I'm kidding--the air is just fine down here, and much easier to breathe than if you decided to waste your winter break skiing in the Aspen mountains with the other beautiful people.
2.) You will need a costume mask, however. This ain't California, where dressing down and donning shades is enough to deceive the crowd. Many, many people use Mardi Gras as a time to hunt for celebrities, and if you could have seen the look on Frankie Muniz's face when he rode in Endymion back in 2001, well, you'd have thought that boy had spied the Devil Himself in the crowd. I thought it was kinda cute, his terrified little face, but take it from me: you don't want anyone recognizing you.
3.) If you're extra paranoid about bumping into besmirched, beer-stinking undesirables, bring a hula hoop to the parade. I had one out at Halloween one year and it was a great tool for keeping people away. And so festive!
4.) Take advantage of being amongst real people and bring a tape recorder to the parade. We here in New Orleans are so tired of actors mangling our accents. The only way to get it right, short of moving to the bayou, is to listen hard and long.
5.) As I said, this ain't California, so bring all of your organically-grown macrobiotics to town with you, or arrange to have them flown in. There's a chance that you might find a few odds and ends for your Hollywood Diet at Whole Foods, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
6.) And your toxic cleanse. You may think you can avoid New Orleans food, but you can't. One time, I sat a table away from John Stamos dining at Jacque-Imo's with some buddies. When the waitress brought their food, he took one look at what his friends were eating and sent his special salad back. She returned with a plate heaped with fried seafood. Bring whatever mystic drinks or new-age enemas you need to combat eating Popeye's and king cake for five days straight.
7.) Don't forget your masseuse! Wearing those beads can be a real bitch for your neck, shoulders, and upper back. Hell, if I could afford a full-time masseuse, I'd have him working on me at the neutral ground.
8.) You're famous, you don't need to sit in traffic going to or coming from the parades. It's just not necessary, as New Orleanians are have gotten used to seeing helicopters randomly landing around the city. So bring yours: you can make an easy getaway and hardly anyone will notice.
9.) On Fat Tuesday, everyone's a star glittering in their own special universe*. You'll be shocked and amazed at what us Louisiana folk can put together in the name of Mardi Gras. Coupled with your successful bout of anonymity, you might start to lose your sense of identity. I totally understand. So bring a mirror to remind yourself that you have a highly-prized, well-insured face that's recognized by billions of people the world over.
*Jesus, I almost forgot. You're rich and well-connected--bring drugs! With all the generous relief efforts in the Crescent City, not one nonprofit has provided us with this staple. In the interest of efficiency, go ahead and bring them to my house; I'll take care of the distribution.