Holiday o' the day: My Way Mardi Gras
Tuesday, 17 February 2015 12:00 pmI don't know what sadist thought St. Louis should celebrate Mardi Gras with a Carnivale-style parade with floats and beads and booze and frostbite, but goddammit, we need to rethink this holiday so it's more realistic for our climate.
I also don't know who came up with My Way Day, a day dedicated to putting your foot down and telling the world "My way or the highway!", but I want to shake their hand. I'm in a stressed-out funk over here, and this is the perfect holiday for it.
Today, I will wallow. I will sit in the dark with my headphones on and talk to nobody. I will chomp on homemade beignets and Vietnamese coffee mixed with a little hot cocoa and La Maison Fontaine Chocolate Absinthe Liqueur. I will catch up on TV shows, fifteen minutes at a time. (That's my current attention span.) I will grumble, I will sleep, I will make faces, and I will not feel bad about it.
Until tomorrow. Maybe.
I also don't know who came up with My Way Day, a day dedicated to putting your foot down and telling the world "My way or the highway!", but I want to shake their hand. I'm in a stressed-out funk over here, and this is the perfect holiday for it.
Today, I will wallow. I will sit in the dark with my headphones on and talk to nobody. I will chomp on homemade beignets and Vietnamese coffee mixed with a little hot cocoa and La Maison Fontaine Chocolate Absinthe Liqueur. I will catch up on TV shows, fifteen minutes at a time. (That's my current attention span.) I will grumble, I will sleep, I will make faces, and I will not feel bad about it.
Until tomorrow. Maybe.