In America, it’s an excuse to see or show your titties for some shiny, fake plastic beads (they sure don’t make hoes like they used to); act a fucking fool in public (then take photos and post them on your social networks so everyone you know can see how big an ass you are drunk); and eat delicious fatty foods (without feeling guilty) while dancing your ass off!
However to the people of New Orleans, Fat Tuesday is joy after tragedy…triumph after despair. It’s when the world sees their city shine. People from all over flock in droves, just to look at the luster of the “Who Dat” nation. Oh but Nawlins won’t disappoint. She’s going to blow her horn, strut, and wave. She’ll be cooking up rich gumbos and gator that tastes better than good chicken. Then Mrs. New Orleans is going to laugh hard and smile real big with crooked missing teeth and a wrinkled face.
Happy Mardi Gras