Woah. The party truck ran me over.
Mardi Gras was awesome. The experiance was quite the brain eraser. Several years of childhood memories were lost after my second hand grenade. I planned to go to work today after getting back late last night. I don't know what I was thinking. Even though Fat Tuesday was my last night out, the next day was a complete blur. I have learned you can be drunk for a full 24 hours after your last alcoholic beverage, provided you've been drinking for three days straight.
Traveling with a buzz makes the airport a much more enjoyable place, but by the time I got home I felt like I was going to die. My eyes were bloodshot and my face was an oily blotchy mess, I hadn't shaved in three days and I could smell the alcohol coming out of every pore in my body.
No regrets. The history of the festival and the city itself is something I will always remember, even if some parts are a bit blurry.
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