Counting the ways

Oh Mardi Gras... How much do I love you? Ha! It's the time of year when you're supposed to love New Orleans. This is how I know I'm still a northerner. It's the time of year when everything slows to a crawl and we all indulged in a little fun before lent... Ha! As if we don't do this year round. It's the time of year when you spend an entire two weeks planning everything based on parade schedules. Every year I see Mardi Gras as a test of my patience. It really is New Orleans way of making me stop and enjoy myself. But I still get aggravated that everything ceases during Mardi Gras. It's a terrible time to try and get things done. So, I must tell myself every year that I will just enjoy it. Celebrate. Have some fun...



I end up working myself to death during Mardi Gras. It takes to much out of me to deal with all the drunkards. By the time I have a chance to let loose I'm usually too pooped. "Not this year, it'll be different." I say. I have some wonderful plans this year. Thursday I may be running around in the Muses parade photographing the Rolling Elvi. I'm not sure yet but I hope so. No fun to be had until Sunday night after that but it'll all be worth it. I should have Lundi Gras and Mardi Gras off this year. My old Friend Jen will be in town so that's another bonus!

Mardi Gras day will be spent taking pictures for the most part. Here's a few snapshots from 07' & 06' (I slept all Mardi Gras day last year).

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