Mardi Gras season begins on Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night marks the beginning of Carnival season, Mardi Gras, in New Orleans. Here are the best events to attend from parades to masquerade balls.

Less than two weeks after Christmas, New Orleans begins the reveling anew with its celebration of Twelfth Night. Jan. 6th marks the Feast of the Epiphany, when the Three Wise Men visited the Christ child. In New Orleans it also means the launch of Carnival season. And New Orleans observes it with the Joan of Arc parade that marches through the Quarter. This is followed by the Twelfth Night Masquerade Ball and the ride of the Phunny Phorty Phellows, a group of gentlemen who board the St. Charles streetcar with great fanfare Uptown to herald the arrival of Carnival.

Twelfth Night Celebrations

Twelfth Night is a cause for celebration in New Orleans because it officially begins our favorite time of year, Carnival. The Phunny Phorty Fellows is a band of Twelfth Night revelers who hold their annual ride every January 6th on the St. Charles Avenue Street Car, usually starting about 6 pm. Joan of Arc’s birthday is celebrated in another Twelfth Night celebration with a parade in the French Quarter starting at the Bienville Statue on Decatur Street. Historical characters in the medieval dress will parade through the French Quarter.

Here are a few of NOLA Chic recommended Twelfth Night Celebration Events! Let the Mardi Gras Madness begin!

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JAN 6, 2019 Phunny Phorty Phellows Herald Mardi Gras 2019 Public · Hosted by Phunny Phorty Phellows Today at 6:30 PM – 9:30 PM 8212 Willow St, New Orleans, LA
Joan Of Arc Project
Joan of Arc Parade · Hosted by Joan Of Arc Project Today at 7 PM – 9 PM Joan Of Arc Project 7828 Burthe St., New Orleans
Krewe des Fleurs
Sunday JAN 6, 2019 2019 Flower Reveal · Hosted by Krewe des Fleurs Today at 4:30 PM – 8 PM Starts in about 15 hours · 50–68°F Partly Cloudy pin Frenchmen Street 500 Block of Frenchmen St, New Orleans
The Lord of Misrule and his Mystik Krewe du Rue Royale Revelers command your presence at Frank’s Annual 12th Night Party. The doors open at 6:00pm. Procession of previous Grand Revelers and Coronation of the new Grand Reveler begins at 7:00pm—ish. NEW THIS YEAR: A change in venue. The Grand Reveler Ballroom is located at 704 N. Rampart Street, next door to The Black Penny. $20 gets you admission to the party (includes dinner and an open bar), as well as a year long membership in the Krewe du Rue Royale Revelers. Admission pins are available at my shop at 638 St. Ann. Admission at the door is $25
Funky Uptown Krewe 12th Night Ride
Funky Uptown Krewe 12th Night Ride: Today at 7:05 PM – 9 PM St Charles Avenue Streetcar 100 Carondelet St, New Orleans, Louisiana 70130 Come join the Funky Uptown Krewe as we kick-off carnival season with our inaugural ride down the St. Charles streetcar line on 12th Night! We will be accompanied by special guest DJ Mannie Fresh and will be passing out our signature throws – a funky mixtape featuring some of your favorite NOLA artists! Only 1000 mix tapes will be thrown so make sure to get your hands on one! See all y’all funky revelers on the streetcar line!
Twelfth Night Party Hosted by Vaughan’s Lounge Today at 9:30 PM – 1:30 AM Vaughan’s Lounge 4229 Dauphine St, New Orleans, Louisiana 70117 The Storyville Stompers will perform at 10 pm. This is a costume party with free food, King Cake and music, but anyone without a costume will be charged $25

Source: Twelfth Night in New Orleans

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