I love Louisiana. I graduated from LSU and got married in Zachary in a tiny wooden chapel with my sister as my only bride’s maid. We had a massive pot of Jambalaya at the reception. It rained on my wedding day – and I loved it. I love a good storm and LA never disappoints. I remember how the sky would literally turn green with lightning during electrical storms. The fuse boxes on the streets would blow at least once a week. It was so muggy, you would be sweating before leaving the bathroom after a shower. Steamy. Sultry. There’s no place on Earth like it.
And right now, several million of my closest friends are gathered along Canal Street and all of its tiny tributaries screaming, “Throw me somethin’, mister!” at the tops of their lungs. Some go the extra mile – and get those extra special beads. I know of what I speak.
Happy Fat Tuesday to all of those who love culture and good food and good people.
Happy Mardi Gras, from Dorian Adalard, the French Vampire King. Joyeux Mardi Gras, from Daniel Kane, the alpha werewolf police chief of Baton Rouge.
Eat, drink, dance, and love.
We’ll worry about everything else tomorrow.