OLYMPICS!

YAY!

If I went to the Winter Olympics, I'd want to be....

A biathlete! Hard. Core.




OR

A long track skater! (I know you may not think it's as exciting as short track, but let's face it folks, I'm not built to be a sprinter. I'm made for endurance!)


Anyway, I'm eating up the olympics. Go USA!

I went to my first Mardi Gras in NOLA. Some friends and I ventured down for the Endymion parade which was AWESOME. However, four hours had passed and we were only on float number 12! I think there were over 30. We didn't stick around for the whole thing, but I got the general idea of true Mardi Gras awesomeness. Good ol' fun. I saw no boobs. I did get pegged in the face once or twice with some beads, but I think that's just a risk of parade attendance.

The day before, I was standing in line at Wal-mart talking with an elderly gentlemen. The convo went something like this:

Man: You celebratin' Mardi Gras?
Me: Yes sir, I'll probably be heading down to New Orleans.
Man: OOOOOOOOOH, Guh, you just need to stay away from dat. It's just TOO crowded down dere.
Me: Well, I've never been. I figured I could get my one time out of the way early on in life.
Man: The last time I went to New Orleans for Mardi Gras was Februarrrrrrry....Nineteen seventy FOUR!
Me: Really?!
Man: I'll never go back.
Me: What? Why?
Man: Guh, a man like me can't breathe down dere! Just too many people! Dontchoo know they gon' be celebrating Mardi Gras for like a month now that the Saints won?! No ma'am. Not me.
Me: It can't be that bad?
Man: Hmph.

After that he complained about the other guy in front of us, who clearly does not need the automatic wheelchair buggy, but got one anyway.

Man: Now you know, I'm a lot older than him and I'm getting around just fine. He don't need dat. Look at him, he gotta stand up to swipe the credit card, why he can't just walk around?
Me: ::nodding::
Man: I don't even have a handicap license!
Me: ::nodding::