Mardi Gras is one nutty time, and it makes this one nutty city. It's something I still like about the city. I've spent very little time sober since last Wednesday, and I don't think I'm going to be sober much until after Fat Tuesday. I have managed to get a paper written, a damn good one, too. Writing a paper during the day, then parades at night. A very nice existence, really.
Last night, John joined us for Endymion, then drove us to the Quarter to walk in Krewe de Noir. I like being the cause of stopped traffic; maybe it's the anarchist in me. We got in pretty late, and I was tired, but I got right up again this morning to finish up my work. Now, I'm just waiting for people to show up for Bacchus. As long as the stash holds out until Tuesday, I'm good.
Last night, John joined us for Endymion, then drove us to the Quarter to walk in Krewe de Noir. I like being the cause of stopped traffic; maybe it's the anarchist in me. We got in pretty late, and I was tired, but I got right up again this morning to finish up my work. Now, I'm just waiting for people to show up for Bacchus. As long as the stash holds out until Tuesday, I'm good.