It's Fat Tuesday Baby!

Here we go. Fat Tuesday. The day before Lent starts and we have to give up our vices for 40 days. I'm posting this early because I plan on letting my vices kick in right after I have another cup of coffee, which is a vice in itself. See, it started already.

I've never been to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. This is something I plan to remedy before I die. It's probably best that I've waited. If I had gone in my younger days, there's a good chance I wouldn't be here now. I know Vegas is called "Sin City", but to me New Orleans is at the top of the list. It appears that the city is devoted entirely to all things sinful. Excess rules. Have you seen the size of the heads on the parade floats? If that doesn't tell you that things are out of control, I don't know what will. There is too much drink, too many strippers and whores, too much food and just the right amount of voodoo. Is this Heaven? Well it damned sure isn't Iowa.

I'm going to allow myself some extravagances today. I'm going to drink a little, eat a few extra sweets and put a curse on a few of my enemies. I try to adhere to some old school, guilt driven Catholic doctrine during Lent. I'm not sure if it's because I'm such a spiritual, holy man, or if I just like testing myself to see if I have the metal to endure. I usually do, so there's a good chance that the tests are too easy.

Time to go. I have to put on my flowing robes and crown so I can go out dressed like Bacchus. I've got a pocket full of beads too. You never know when some hot mommy will decide to get in the spirit of things and flash you at Sam's Club. Enjoy! Later...Brian