Party in the car in said traffic: Check.
The HUGE mass of drunken people: Check.
Large novelty drinks: Check.
Boobies: Check. [though not as many as I was expecting, and I certainly didn't show mine]
Filthy street: Check.
Loud music: Check.
Pizza at 4 am: Check.
A party that goes throughout the night and into the next day: Check.
Beads EVERYWHERE: Check.
Awesome view from balconies and throwing beads to people who will do ANYTHING to get them: Check.
Getting hit in the face several times by said beads: Check.
Dancing our asses off everywhere we went: Check.
Going to bed, fully clothed, at 4:30 am: Check.
Delicious cajun food: Check.
Meeting crazy old people who are obviously alcoholics: Check.
Being asked if I was sure I'd go to Heaven if I died that night [there were many Christian groups out letting us all know that we were surely going to Hell for partaking in Mardi Gras]: Check.
Hot tub party in the Ritz Carlton: Check.
Finding one of our friends laying on the hotel room floor with mysterious cuts and bruises: Check.
One of the best times I have ever had: Check check check check!
I know this celebration is not everyone's cup of tea, but I'm sure by now you are all aware that I am a fan of good times [though I swear that more often than not, I stay at home watching TV and petting my cats]. Mardi Gras has always been on my bucket lists of things to do in life, so I'm glad I was able to cross it off.
Now, with the risk of making some of you think I'm crazy, here are some pictures.
|Walking through that crowd was quite the experience.|
|Our outrageously fun group!|
|Some French friends we made.|
|Don't mind my hot mess face.|
|Flooded streets Saturday morning.|
|Showing off Captain Morgan tattoos.|
|On a balcony giving beads to crazies.|
|Gypsy, the police horse. She was so sweet.|
Now back to DVR, cats, and trying to keep myself from eating too many desserts.