Mardi Gras is a big deal for towns with French names.

The tradition pretty much stays the same from year to year – but the weather and the tag-alongs change… This year it was beloved Fagglings: Dustin and Jason.  

Hit JJ’s and have bloody marys while waiting for the Soulard Shuttle.

Took the shuttle – a school buss this time installed with what seemed to be anti-shocks… That or mischevious driver who knew exactly where to  speed up to get folks in the back airborne.

Made a B-Line straight to Janet’s party. (My print vendor of a decade plus who has a huge back yard, a porta-potty, free beer and good cajun inspired eats.

Swam into the masses to find Mikey who was stuck working at the coffee garden’sbeer booth.

Waled back hypnotized by the masses of drunk people… Think people watching on steroids *and* mushrooms.

Pop-in on Matt & Dennis, who used to have a big party, but now just lord over their backyard and leer at the drunk kids stagger by.

Return to Janet’s for more eats and socializing around the fire.

Catch the shuttle back to JJ’s… It was rougher on the way back.

Mill about at JJ’s for a round.

Home by 4pm for a huge nap followed by pizza and cheesy sci-fi.