This past weekend I partook in the celebration of Mardi Gras 2017. I celebrated in my hometown of St. Louis Missouri. I have been on a streak of participating the past couple of years, and this year was no different.
I woke up at 9:00 am with all intentions of making it to the parade by 11:00 am. Somewhere along the line I lost track of time while indulging in my mixed drink concoction. After that I met at a rendezvous point with my friends, and ended up watching two of them play a game of NBA 2K17 before we could leave.
Finally we got in the car and headed to the event area, just to notice we had to park several blocks from the party. We were pretty much drunk by this time, so the walk was nothing to us. We talked about good times, and enjoyed the scenery of downtown St. Louis.
When we got to the event area, we just wanted to see some titties! That happened within 30 seconds of us arriving. I do not usually do this, but if I had to rate the titties I saw as a whole. I would give it a weak 7/10.
We walked around for an hour or two, and frequently conversed with people we knew and also did not know. It was just all around a good time. I vividly remember getting hungry and purchasing some Jambalaya. While at the tent, eating my food, I heard a loud smack on the ground. Without stopping my eating motion, I walked over to see what happened. Some guy had gotten into a fight, and got knocked out!
I kept eating my food while checking to see if he was OK. He seemed just fine, it looked like his pride was hurt more than anything. It was no sweat off my back, I just kept it moving.
I ended the day with jamming with a few more people, and making the long walk back to my car. My feet was exhausted, and I ended up snuggling up on my couch and going to bed at 7:00 pm. That day was a good day!