Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler!

I have an unhealthy obsession with Mardi Gras. (I've spent my snow day reading all that I can on what's happening in the Big Easy today - I'm that girl...)  It's the one place that I've always wanted to go.  It's an unlikely destination for someone like me to covet.  I don't really drink.  I don't plan to ever dance in sexy outfits just to gain beads.  And large crowds really aren't my thing. But nevertheless, I've always wanted to visit and witness the madness.  It's raucous and crazy and all sorts of indulgent.  Basically how can you not want to partake in the insanity?  I can almost taste the beignets and hear the zydeco.  Not to mention envision the gorgeous ante-bellum mansions and crafty floats all through the French Quarter

Those that have gone, tell me that it's not really all that exciting.  They say it's dirty and maddening and to stay away.  But I choose not to listen to them.  I'm not letting them burst my Cajun bubble.  One of these days, I plan to let the good times roll.  Just as soon as I can get the courage up!

Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler!