I will start off by saying that Mardi Gras is everything you ever heard about it...then some.
Having a 6 hour drive turn into 12 because of traffic filled with Mardi Gras-goers: Check.
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.
Male appendages [this was unexpected for me, though I don't know why I was surprised]: Check.
Flooded streets due to sudden rain storm: Check.
Not letting rain keep us out of the streets: 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.
And I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to go next year...
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| Walking through that crowd was quite the experience. |
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| Our outrageously fun group! |
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| The girls. |
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| Ginger boyfraaaan. |
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| Boy bff. |
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| Some French friends we made. |
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| Don't mind my hot mess face. |
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| Flooded streets Saturday morning. |
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| Showing off Captain Morgan tattoos. |
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| On a balcony giving beads to crazies. |
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| Gator! |
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| Gypsy, the police horse. She was so sweet. |
Now back to DVR, cats, and trying to keep myself from eating too many desserts.
3 comments:
looked like a lot of fun!!
sounds magical. i want to go...although, i'm pretty sure i wouldn't remember a damn thing by the time all was said and done.
One word: JEALOUS.
And a few more words: ummmmmmm next year please? Because I've been dying to hit up Mardi Gras for practically forever (or a couple years, same difference). :)
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