Since our inception four years ago, the Overlords of Chewbacchus have been massively successful at securing celebrity royalty for our parades and events. Last year we achieved the conceptual and thematic Holy Grail of “Chewbacchus-specific celebrity royalty” by honoring Peter Mayhew, Chewbacca himself, as the King of Chewbacchus 2013.
Been there. Done that. Nailed it.
This year Chewbacchus will do something radically different and totally innovative. Instead of parodying the model of contemporary super-krewes and paying homage to a “celebrity”, we are invoking one of the most ancient sacred principals of Carnival… Total Social Inversion. We will pay tribute to one of the oldest rituals of ancient Roman Revelry. During the Feasts of Saturnalia the masters of the house would serve their servants. The King would be free to act the Fool. And the servant would have his chance to be the King.
We promised you “Star Trek” Royalty, and we are going to deliver…
Instead of honoring a celebrity who probably already spends their whole life getting treated like a demigod, the Intergalactic Krewe of Chewbacchus will pay homage to the brave Everyman of the Star Trek Universe, the loyal ensigns who frequently perished in the course of their duties… the Red Shirts!
This year we will honor our own hard-working, loyal and dedicated Parade Escorts by randomly selecting one of our own Parade Escort “Red Shirts” to be the King of Chewbacchus 2014! At the Red Shirt Orientation Meeting before the Parade we will hide a Wookiee in the King Cake. The Red Shirt that finds it will receive ALL of the honors and privileges due to Mardi Gras Royalty! We will host a dinner in their honor and crown them King of Chewbacchus. They will be showered with handmade gifts and the love and affection of the Krewe! They will ride the Falcon Throne during the parade with their Royal Consort and a special surprise guest…
Mewbaca. The Himalayan Cat with a Photoshopped Bandolier who has taken over the Internet this week…? Yep. Thats the one.
By celebrating the Kingship of the random Redshirt, we honor ALL Redshirts! The worker bee shall be the Queen (or King, or whatever) for the Day!
ALL HAIL OUR SACRED DRUNKEN WOOKIEE!
