There aren’t words to express how much I want to be in New Orleans now. I love Mardi Gras. I LOVE IT. This is the best time of year in that city, the weather is usually quite perfect, the alcohol flows free and cheaply, and everyone is up for a little dance, a little party, a little no holds barred, no strings attached, no names exchanged, no phone numbers given, no expectations other than a quality carefree romp and night of fun.

I miss the parades, trying to get the best throws from every krewe, replenishing my cupboards with a whole new set of plastic cups, new doubloons to fill my pirate chest of coins, plastic beads galore. I miss the children on the ladder chairs, the music and rumbling truck engines, the people screaming for more, more, more. I want to be there so badly, t...

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