Ya know, this used to be a venerable celebration.
When I was a jes' a baby chile' I loved listenin' to the growed-ups gettin' excited over Mardi Gras. We had a gran-mama livin' in Baton Rouge who was some la-di-dah thingy in the whole shebang--and fer years we had an elaborate headress in the attic--
But I digresses...these days the thang has been coopted by every type of freakazoid, an' thus, the streets of N'awlins is a human sewer. No longer fit fer famlies and decent folk, whar' the idea of excess was too much libation and a few risque costumes...now it is drugs and open debauchery-- mercy! Ain't sayin' it is so, but I could understand iffin' mama nature sent her biggest blowin' Katrina on a freshen-up mission. Good folks are driven to more private celebrations.
But chillens, this is a fine day--the day before Ash Wednesday, the start of Lent. The last day to splurge on goodies before the 40 day "fast," which today is less fast and more quiet living.
But tonight? Ha! I'se having a bowl of rich gumbo an' double expresso brownie!
Does any of y'all have any Mardi Gras memories?