It was, to speak lightly, the greatest party of the decade... a Mardi Gras to remember.
Some photos:
a Krewe float
mardi gras rushing
bourbon/babylon
Wild, drug-fueled, endlessly enjoyable-- I was awake for almost six days straight, working 16-18 hours a day. Making endless amounts of money, drinking endless amounts of booze, popping the pills, doing the best cocaine I've ever stumbled across. Whenever I think of Mardi Gras, this is the one I'll ponder upon-- shuffling through the hazy memories like playing cards, ruminating on them, smiling about them. My final days in New Orleans were some of the best of my life...despite the events to come.
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1 comment:
I was supposed to go this year, damn it. I always end up planning to and then not going to Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
Are you in Alaska? Is it just like Northern Exposure? Oh, please tell me it is!
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