Beads, Booze & Boobs

Hey, it is Fat Tuesday.

Mardi Gras.

I don't really know what that means.
Something about Ash Wednesday, the last day of partying before Lent or something?






I know it involves amateur drinkers over-consuming.
Beads buy breast exposure.

There are parades, I guess to get the boobs and the beads together in one place.

Doesn't it seem really American?

A total escapist event from our usual miserable ways.
Parades, we love parades.
Plus excess and naughtiness.
We'll be awful, and church it away tomorrow.



There seems to be less Fat Tuesday frivolity, this year.
Do we skip Mardi Gras when there is a whopping global economic meltdown and failing reconstruction of New Orleans?

Is indulgence in poor form, in these tough economic times.

All reports indicate that we are drinking more, already, with the downturn.
Shiny plastic beads are cheap.
Nearly half of us have boobs.

Sort it out people.