To put Mardi Gras into words this year – it’s just not the same. I miss NOLA. I miss Commander’s Brandy Milk Punch – I miss fried chicken and king cake on the parade route. I miss Bennett hoisting Sheff on to his shoulders so he can get all of the good throws. I even miss having to buy a $10 drink just to use the bathroom somewhere.
I miss strong drinks in plastic cups – I hate that we don’t get to add any plastic cups to our collection this year. I missed Muses, and Hermes, and D’Etat. I missed Iris and Tucks day, followed by an Endymion night. And don’t even get me started on Bacchus. I missed making friends on the parade route and seeing a best one (she’s up there in that picture).
It was made even suckier this year when an Arctic Blast came and dumped snow (SNOW!) on Alabama, causing schools to close, and all of our Birmingham Mardi Gras haunts to close. I even decided that it was probably just best to cancel my day off, as I was going to be locked inside and frozen all day anyway.
Despite all that – I’m wearing my wig and Mardi Gras attire. I’m drinking a banana daiquiri, and we’re making shrimp and cochon de lait po’boys. We’ll listen to Mardi Gras music, and watch our favorite Mardi Gras episodes of Treme. We’ll revel far into the night and regret it tomorrow morning. We’re doing what we can to still make this our favorite day of the year – Happy Mardi Gras everyone! Hope you’re warm!