It’s not easy in the Big Easy
Mardi Gras is fully underway and every day there is a parade to negotiate and/or attend and in the meantime, there are the ten hours of work to put in, there is the prep for the party (you must throw at least one during Mardi Gras), there is the tireless social calendar that you have to adhere to, the costumes you have to invent and pull together, and at the end of the long day, I must say, there is little to no rest for the weary and the only thing that keeps you going and going is the mantra that you repeat endlessly – I’ll sleep when I’m dead.