Thursday, February 18, 2010

Mardi Gras, anyone?...

Many years ago when my daughter was young and her father lived closed to New Orleans, she got to attend Mardi Gras. She was standing on a street corner watching the parade, collecting whatever it is they throw from the floats, when it started raining. She said she was confused because it was only raining where she was, not in the street. When she looked up, there was a man on the street lamp and he was peeing on the crowd. That's Mardi Gras, where obviously, anything goes - this year more than most because of the Saints (yeah, Saints). Lots of skin, lots of libations, lots of doing things you would never think to do on Main Street in Anytown, USA, with the relatives and co-workers watching. I would image it's a lot like Ray Steven's Shriner's Convention which puts me in stitches everytime I hear it. Do you suppose what happens at Mardi Gras, stays at Mardi Gras?

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