We used to gather up a group of people, rent a van, drive 25+ hours from upstate New York to New Orleans, and then spend four days (I kid you not), LIVING OUT OF OUR CAR.
We’d wash ourselves in the sink at the local mall, we’d sleep in a public park in sleeping bags and we’d spend the entire time totally trashed.
I would never, I repeat, NEVER do that at this point in my life.
But, it did occur to me that in some ways, the Mardi Gras celebration is not that different from what goes on in my house today.
Nobody is making out with random strangers they find on the street, but there is definitely a lot of dress-up going on around here.
Here are the top ten ways my life is like Mardi Gras:
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