Laissez les bons temps rouler!!!

When there isn’t a myth that suits your needs, by all means create one. (Ellespeth)

Today is Mardi Gras. Where I live now, it’s simply Tuesday. There aren’t any throngs of people yelling and singing and waking me up at the crack of dawn because they decided not to go home the night before. No. That was the first 50 years of my life. And here I am now, in Silicon Valley…sitting in my living room thinking about how fantastic it would be if everyone, in Mountain View, put on a costume and pranced around down El Camino Avenue on Fat Tuesday. And kids would have their faces painted and eat unhealthy corn dogs on a stick and cotton candy. Adults would drink milk punch laced with brandy 🙂 How fun!

We made milk punch this afternoon and gumbo for supper and listened to the sound track from Cabaret. I made an old-fashioned banana cream pie for dessert.

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. The beginning of Lent.  40 days of sort of fasting.  I’m going to burn a smudge stick tomorrow and tap the ashes into a special bowl and smudge them across our foreheads and our palms. “You are dust, and to dust you shall return.” (Genesis 3:19)

It’s not midnight yet though so…Laissez les bons temps rouler!!! (Let the good times roll!!)


A Memory…

I lived on Royal Street.  New Orleans.  The St. Patrick’s Day Parade passed by my apartment building every year.  I was standing, with friends, watching the parade and keeping my distance from the marchers carrying green and white carnations.  The custom is:  if you kiss one of the marchers, you will get a carnation in return.  Hmmm… ever kiss a guy who’s been marching around New Orleans and stopping at every corner bar for a bit of green beer?  I wasn’t prepared for that cabbage some guy tried to pass me from one of the convertibles.  It fell to the ground.   A friend picked it up and handed it to me. I must have looked as shocked as I  felt. “It means you’re beautiful,” my friend said.  Up to that point, I must have lived a sheltered life.  I found that quite an odd way to pass a compliment.