soo... there was a big saints victory, there was ehs deb (which hlm mentioned) and there was mardi gras. but i wouldnt even call it mardi gras, the mardi was more of a pardi. i felt like i spent the weekend with the cast of jersey shore, snooks and situation included. but to begin with the most important: the who dat nation kicking butt and taking names against the colts (poor behbeh payton). but i mean, i have never really watched a more phenomenal football game to this day. not only was drew on fire, the saints fans in miami, new orleans, and everyone else around the world, were cheering for this group of people as if they were about to declare a cure for cancer. a little dramatic of a comparison, but i'm just trying to get my point across. mlk went back home to nola to celebrate with the rest of the city, and brought word back that it may-or-may-not have been more insane than any mardi gras she has ever attended. what can i say?--im a member of the most proud nation in america: who dat. my celebration in athens, unfortunately, was not so up-to-par. we decided to attempt a little "girl/guy" party (which is pretty rare around the 706) and cook out slash make queso with the guys on 5th ave. naturally, and not to my surprise, 97.5% of the guys that attended this shin-dig rooted against new orleans. not because they are colts fans, but merely as a result of their deeply rooted jealousy of the proud fans. its ok though, their attempt to challenge the skill of those babies was soon proven oh-so-wrong. and i laughed. and cried (oops, it was the purple haze.)
on to the weekend that shaved off a good 5-6 years of my life. at this point, i think my liver function is headed in a downward spiral, and my mental capacity to think about anything school related is shot. i don't mean to sound like some big/bad college kid who likes to party, im just stating the facts. its mardi gras. i mean pardi gras. like hlm has said, ehs was in hermes on thursday night which was probably the most outrageous mardi gras ball i have been to yet. there was just something about the people, the costumes, the decor, that stood out from prophets of persia, harlequins, osiris, or any of the other "carnival events" i have attended. after the first 10 minutes of presenting the maids, kings, queens yadda yadda, i was already thinking about the band. i would soon come to find out it was not just one band, it was two. for me, i felt like a little girl on christmas morning. little did i realize, my dress would spend the evening falling swiftly below my chest, when i would least expect it. therefore, im sure the city of new orleans has a pretty clear image of what my body looks like. GREAT. so much for my ever-so-obvious obsession of getting on stage and sharing the spotlight with the band.
the next two nights really dont have much substance for me to share. there was a lot of dancing on pool tables, listening to mlk sing to "ga ga rah mah mah" whilst fist pumping, and harassing cab drivers who (most of the time) refused to drive us anywhere. it was pardi gras, and that is that. not a weekend in athens, not a weekend out of athens, and definitely not a break. it was what my friends like to call "the best weekend of the year"-simply put.
now when am i going to be given a chance to breathe? oh wait, its college. sorry for partying.
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