Mardis Gras MADNESS

In the life of Kirsten, Mardis Gras begins the friday before Fat Tuesday. The day usually begins early, not in the classroom, but at my boyfriend Timmy's house. There is generally mass chaos as his aunts, uncles, and cousins, all of whom are in town as members of the Crewe of Columbus, scramble to get ball gowns, costumes, high heals and masks together in time to make it to check-in at the Malaga Inn. Once the check-in chaos has ensued and all the bags have been dropped of, the day takes a smoother coarse. In a massive clump, we generally mosey around downtown until we find a place to get some good late lunch grub. After we are all thoroughly stuffed, the guys head to the civic center to get in costume, and the gals, and those of us who are still underage *sigh*, head back to the Malaga to bundle up for the parade.
This year, I had the pleasure of watching the parade with Tim's little cousin Chandler on my hip. I found that having a baby around during a parade is good luck. We caught more throws than anyone else that night,and all with one hand! After the parade, Chandler went to Grandma, and all the wives rushed to the hotel to get ready for the ball. As for me and Tim...well, we went to a little Mardis Gras Party of our own.
The rest of the weekend was spent recovering from the often notorious "Crewe Friday," and consisted of lots of sleeping.