Both Captain EditorPants and myself are originally from New Orleans.
Unfortunately, we’re not in New Orleans. I’m in nerdcave with plaid wallpaper and he’s in a geekhut with 8 monitors and a special weathervane that tells him what Google thinks we should all find interesting today.
But that doesn’t mean we can’t celebrate. So what if we live in a town that thinks Mardi Gras is just an extension of the Renaissance Faire? Our New Orleanian hearts beat fierce and free! Now how does everybody like their Bloody Marys?
Contrary to popular belief, Mardi Gras isn’t about flashing your tatas for beads even though I totally got naked and hid one of those little King Cake babies in my ass. That is also not a typical Mardi Gras tradition by the way. The baby goes in the King Cake, not your butthole. I’m a professional. Don’t try any of this at home.
Mardi Gras is the day before Ash Wednesday (the beginning of Lent) and Mardi Gras season refers to the steady partying that occurs between the Epiphany and the beginning of the penitential season of Lent. Translated from French, Mardi Gras means “Fat Tuesday” and it is a celebration of all things intoxicating and artery-clogging. It’s the day before we all engage in the ritual self-denial of the Lentin season because you can’t properly observe the death and resurrection of RDJESUS unless you’ve abstained from hard liquor for 40 days. Or something.
“But Plucky, Lent is a Catholic thing. You’re not Catholic. You’re like the EXACT OPPOSITE of Catholic.”
When you’re from South Louisiana, you’re Catholic by default. Now shut up and drink your Bloody Mary.
Laissez les bon temps rouler, bitches!








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