Oh yeah, Mardi Gras . . .

So before I fell into my sullen state, I had a blast during Mardi Gras.

The festivities began Friday afternoon with McCann and Justin getting into town. We headed out to the parades and found a perfect street corner. You gotta love a city where it's acceptable to stand on a street corner at 5pm with a beer in your hand across the street from a group of cops all wishing they could be in your shoes instead of working. Parades, bars, parades, etc. Oh yeah, and we had a bathroom at a friends house across the street.

Saturday morning I picked up Erich at the airport, dropped his stuff at the house, and headed straight to the parades again. Saw my boss drunk on her float and got lots of cool stuff from her. Met up with Justin's cousin and went to a cookout at his house just off St. Charles. Little bar hop, jump to Michelle's, and then Papa Grows Funk and Rebirth Brass Band at Howlin' Wolf until the wee hours of the morning.

Sunday, headed out for a long day. Finally got in touch with Nikki after calling her for hours. Went to the Bacchus Ball - lots of fun: touched Batman, ok, ok it was really Michael Keaton; got lots of stuff when the parade came into the convention center; got my picture taken with Sean Astin - you know Rudy, one of the kids from the Goonies, and also a hobbit.

Monday hung out on a balcony at the Bourbon Orleans. It's amazing the things people will do for a strand of plastic beads. The girls definitely got more guys to drop their pants than the boys got girls to flash. Don't worry, I was only a tease, not a flasher.

Tuesday, up at the crack of dawn for Crotch Watching Society festivities at Rex. Passed out for the rest of the day and Wednesday.

Phew . . . it took a lot out of me just writing that. You know you wish you could've been there.