Fat Tuesday

There is something so exciting and thrilling about the possibility of catching a 10 cent strand of beads thrown from a float (or is it just me)? Matt and I hung out on Wilson Boulevard for the annual Clarendon Mardi Gras parade Tuesday night. I set out to just be a spectator and let the kids catch all of the beads. Well, there is an internal switch that gets flipped at the sight of marching bands, colorful floats and BEADS!! It was ON! I HAD to have them!

Multiply this excitement by 100 and you've got Mardi Gras in New Orleans. My first year out of college Murphy and I decided we had to experience Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. We went with an interesting group of characters from my early Sprint days. It was pure chaos and there is nothing that quite compares. It was impossible to make your way down Bourbon Street without being squished in a wall of people. We ended up with so many beads by the end of the night, our necks were sore (and no, we didn't earn them all). It was certainly a wild weekend and I don't know that I could do it again, now that I'm approaching my thirties ;)