i [xxxx] a parade...

We're going to our first genuine Mardi Gras parade today. Don’t tell me it's not Mardi Gras yet... you see... every where else, Mardi Gras is just a DAY, but down here it's a 2-month-long celebration that closes school for a week and involves upwards of 20 parades and who-knows-how-many Formal Balls. It's just fucking bizarre. And we don’t really know what happens at a Mardi Gras parade, other than people throwing beads an other assorted crap at you. Whatever. We still feel compelled to go. (Meaning , of course, my wife feels compelled to go.)

I'm sure there will be much complaining about it... stay tuned!