Land of Opulence

Mardi Gras, I hate to see you leave, but love to watch you walk away! Recovering from the “Float Flu”, as we have begun affectionately calling the illness that WILL befall you the Wednesday after Mardi Gras, is nothing to scoff at.  The season was a filled with  as much debauchery as I had hoped.  Until next year, I will have daily reminders of how lucky I am to live in a state where Costume Jewelry hangs from trees and power lines.