*beep*

I really just scratched the surface of the pics from Mardi Gras… I’ll go through them one night this week and post some more.

We realized as we entered Soulard that this is the closest thing we have to a standing holiday tradition with the three of us…. Haven’t missed a year…

A large part of this is due to the fact we have friends who live down there who’s yards we can duck into to get out of the teaming, bead-throwing, naughty-bits flashing masses.

Not that there isn’t plenty of naughty-bits flashing within the sanctuary of our hosts’ yards either… Oddly – this must have been cock-year… vs. last year when all I seemed to see were boobies….

We hit Janet’s place… then Matt and Dennis’…. Then did a trip around the block…. Then tried to call co-worker Erin… (couldn’t get a cell signal)… Back to Janet’s… Then back to Matt and Dennis’….

We were home by 6pm… or at least so I’m told… Despite staying away from the rum drinks and only drinking beer – I got too tipsy… All I really remember is heading for the shuttle then waking up at 1am naked in bed with one sock on.

So either my body’s just changing and just doesn’t like booze of any kind anymore – or … since I don’t drink like I used to I’m building up a reverse-tolerance (susceptibility)…

you say light-weight… I say cheep-date.

*click*

*dial tone*