3.7.00 - 18:59:08
Mardi Gras! Woooo!
Funny, while Mardi Gras was my least favorite time of year when I lived in the French Quarter, it sure makes me miss New Orleans now. Over the last three years, I've been unable to let Fat Tuesday go by without some small celebration.
I stuck the BourboCam in the corner of my screen at work and watched throughout the day as Bourbon St. filled to capacity. And later, a bunch of us went to Red Fish for Hurricanes, Dixie Beer, crawfish tails, fried green tomatoes, red beans and rice and of course, GUMBO.
Yes, it was lame. I didn't get to wake up late and head to Brennan's for Eggs Ellen and brandy milk punches, or a walk to Canal to see Rex and catch some hunkas beads, I missed Harry's Corner for the crawfish boil, didn't go to Pat O'Brien's for a hurricane, nor test Bourbon Street periodically for the rest of the day with trips back to the apartment for bathroom breaks and to see if we made it on the Travel Channel.
But then again, I didn't have to endure a week of college boys screaming, "Mardi Gras Wooooo," all hours of the day and night, the stink of stale beer, piss and puke that is Bourbon Street this time of year, naked people who have no right being naked in public. . . wait a minute. Why did I miss that place again?
Oh yeah, costumes, shiny beads and inebriation. That's pretty much all I need.
