Hey Mister, throw me something!

​Mardi Gras, baby. Mardi Gras.
Time when all manner of weird shit cuts loose and parties down.
 — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I'm not much for cutting loose and partying down in my regular life but I'll always make an exception for Mardi Gras. I love the spirit of Fat Tuesday when everyone parties and eats and screws and drinks, tits are flashed, beads are thrown and the spirit of Bacchus comes alive for a week of celebration culminating tonight. And then everything winds down tomorrow for Ash Wednesday and the beginning of Lent, 40 days of sacrifice and sobriety.

There are many markers of my year that give me structure to remind me of who I am and Fat Tuesday followed by Ash Wednesday is one of my favorites. Excess followed by austerity, feasting followed by fasting, drunkenness followed by sobriety, throwing caution to the wind and then reeling it back in. I love that balance. 

So happy Fat Tuesday everyone! Go eat some pancakes, catch some beads, kiss a stranger and laissez les bon temps rouler!