Ok so I couldn’t make it through the entirety of the first weekend of Mardi Gras. I’m not feeling in good shape today. I am feeling in a shape, but that shape is vulgar, sad, and hedious, and should stay in dark corners. Am I not human? Do I not need to sleep? It’s been on since Friday at 6 o’clock. Two 4 a.m. mornings in a row will humble even the most seasoned of drunks. But when you start at noon it’s and entirely new ballgame.
Enter the marathon party. This Sunday we will call a wash. I will recover, rehydrate, and relax. But this coming Wednesday, the 14th, at 6 o’clock p.m. it starts again. Mardi Gras or bust. 7 strait days of parades and party come this Wednesday.
