Mardi Gras Mambo

Mardi Gras or Bust

The start of a new year can only mean one thing…another Mardi Gras season is about to begin! I’ve been keeping myself busy in 2018, mostly buying another ballgown and hot-gluing red beans to a jean jacket in preparation for a surprise escape to the French Quarter just in time for Mardi Gras day. The Quarter is always the best spot to take a sit, but during Mardi Gras it’s a whole different enchilada. Fat Tuesday is a feast for the eyes and my imagination was put to shame by too many costumes to count!



Last year I spent Mardi Gras day behind a desk clutching my favorite beads and blaring brass bands through the office sound system. My poor attempt at making a King Cake haunted me almost as much as the harsh reality that I would not be wandering the magical streets of New Orleans, rubbing elbows with other excitable weirdos like me. This year, I was determined to make my rounds. Mardi Gras sets loose a lovely little light inside my heart for many reasons, mostly ones I can’t explain. The spirit of the city is alive during Mardi Gras like nothing and no where I’ve ever experienced. I cannot claim to know even a sliver of the groundwork that makes the city, and the season, such a powerful presence but you can be damn sure I feel it down to the bone. It is a time of revelry, indulgence, celebration, and hope. Oh and also of cake. Lots and lots of King Cake. It’s likely I still haven’t brushed all the sugar out of my teeth, a similar struggle to washing off all the glitter! If you’re really a pro, the glitter works its way into your every day life and you sparkle 365 days of the year! We should all be so lucky.