Fat Tuesday

Fat Tuesday.

The day before Ash Wednesday.

Feasting before fasting.

More notibly ….. Mardi Gras.

I don’t have the chance to make a feast myself this year between basketball and volleyball games, I only have about an hour to spare.  Though I will be able to eat all the awesomeness thanks to the other brother.  We normally party with Jambalaya , Muffellettas, Pralines, and Kings Cake (which instead of a baby, we have for several years hidden the “sh*@ty kitty, or to the dino dude “the pretty kitty” in the cake, and amazingly it comes back every year from its owner.) Kings cake, one of the only cakes I don’t really like to eat, but I do anyway, because I want the year of luck.

I always thought, once upon a time that I would love to spend Fat Tuesday in New Orleans, the town of mystery, voodoo and Jesus.. all melded together in a strange way. But then I spent a random Wednesday evening on Burbon street in August a few years back, and decided that I was good. I probably didn’t need to be there for Mardi Gras. The random Wednesday was plenty party-ish for me!

And Fat Tuesday always reminds me of the artist Botero, who is the artist of the woman above, who lays outside the New Orleans Museum of art.

And I’ll leave you with a southern song too.

In French.

Like the good people of New Orleans love…

Song: Les Yeux Overts, Beautiful South

(I think I post it every year)