Mardi Gras, aka 'Fat Tuesday' aka 'Shrove Tuesday' and 'Pancake Tuesday' is one of those raucous gatherings of celebrants who include the loud, the risque, the profane, the public urinators, and of course, the unfortunate arrestees.
I've been to a couple of celebrations in New Orleans back in a younger day and I dare say I've had enough for one lifetime.
The food was good, but drinking your way down Bourbon Street is very ill advised when you have a plane to catch the next morning.
Needless to say I spent an extra week in my hotel because I couldn't hold all that liquor.
I dare say the experience was part and parcel of those reasons for which I gave up all alcohol and other recreational drugs long ago.
Mardi Gras originates in the pagan celebrations and rites of spring and fertility. It is one of those big indulgences that precede Lent.
I didn't do any frolicking the last time I was there to the best of my memory.
At least I didn't get arrested. An added plus was I got to see a plethora of massive magnificent boobage as well.
It was a hell of a time — and quite a bit on the costly side of the equation. In light of all that alcoholic hang over triggered by overindulgence I remain glad I went the few times I did.
"Laissez les bons temps rouler" ... "Let the good times roll"