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February 21, 2012

Happy Mardi Gras!

I flew back in to Colorado last night and although I should be cleaning the mud off the rain boots I wore during the rainy parade on Saturday or doing the laundry I have strewn about my living room because I needed to find my sweatpants after eating too much King Cake last night or at least unpacking the suitcase I have open on the floor, instead I find myself watching live footage of the parades back in New Orleans and trying to untangle the bag of beads I brought home with me.  You know, so I can wear them to the grocery store like any other normal Coloradan is doing today.

And maybe I should be apologizing for having disappeared for the past 7 days and making up for it by posting a lengthy vacation recap in which I show you countless pictures of me eating grits for breakfast, or parade floats that put any float I’ve seen in Colorado to shame or maybe even the video I took from the balcony on Bourbon Street Friday night, BUT…

It’s Mardi Gras and I’m going to continue pretending I’m on vacation for at least one more day.  Because if I don’t, I’m surely going to fall prey to the “vacation blues.”  You know, when you come home from a truly great vacation and your life suddenly feels a lot quieter, lonelier and, uh, snowier.  And also because if you’ve ever been to New Orleans for any length of time, you know that it’s a city that is so unique and full of sights, sounds, tastes and smells that you just can’t find anywhere else.  And when you leave a place like that, you’re left feeling mystified.  That behind all the tourism, is a place that is so different, you almost feel like you’ve been transported to another time and place.  One where houses built during the turn of the century line the streets, with their elaborate iron work and big balconies.  Where everything moves a little slower and everyone seems to enjoy themselves a little more.

I always find it extremely difficult to convey just how amazing New Orleans is, or how much I treasure each and every trip I take there.  So I’m going to leave that daunting task for another day.  And probably go eat some more King Cake.

Enjoy your Fat Tuesday!

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. February 21, 2012 12:34 PM

    Well I’m excited for some pictures…

  2. February 21, 2012 1:40 PM

    Glad you had a blast — as always!

    (I don’t want to know what you had to do to get those beads girl!)

  3. February 21, 2012 4:32 PM

    Bahahahaha!! Love the beads/boa hanging on the bed! I can’t wait to hear more of your weekend excursions……..(sigh) Happy Mardi Gras…..I am sad to see it go 😦

  4. February 21, 2012 8:01 PM

    How fun! We had a Fat Tuesday potluck at work, but unfortunately, not much of it was vegetarian, so I just had a cookie! haha

  5. ADunn permalink
    February 22, 2012 9:17 AM

    Your sister spoiled me with the King’s Cake that she carried back on the plane. So good. Too bad the only place that I have ever celebrated Mardi Gras in the slightest bit was in french class with crazy teacher. So I think I am due for a real Mardi Gras experiance. Glad you guys had fun!

    • February 22, 2012 11:09 AM

      I wondered who helped her finish that thing! Can’t believe she found the baby AGAIN! I think I know that “crazy teacher” you’re talking about 😉 Believe me, New Orleans Mardi Gras is nothing like the French class celebration.

  6. February 22, 2012 6:43 PM

    Glad you had fun in New Orleans!!! Happy (late) Mardi Gras!

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