Today is Saturday of Mardi Gras weekend, which for my money is the best day of the year to be in New Orleans (Fat Tuesday is more for the locals). It’s also a gorgeous, sunny, breezy day in the South.
The parades are rolling on St. Charles Avenue, the sidewalks and neutral ground are clogged with ladders, coolers, jambalaya cookers and happy people. Beads are hanging from the trees and power lines, and a grand time is being had by all. Tucks is rolling right now (pun definitely intended), and tonight Endymion will be out in all its gaudy glory (it’s one to miss, in my opinion, but still).
And I’m running around Atlanta buying gift bags and other assorted wedding crap.
Have you seen the Simpsons episode where a bunch of the kids are stuck on a desert island, and one of them says, “I’m so hungry, I could eat at Arbys!”? Well, I’m jonesing for NOLA so bad right now, I just had lunch at Copeland’s.
I think I’m going to go kill half a case of Abita Turbodog right now…
Steve here. Will remains missing, presumed drunk.