Mardi Gras is a lot of things, but funny, like laughing so hard you can’t breathe funny, it’s not. Most of the time….

Last night was fat tuesday. The official end of Mardi Gras season. I was walking up Bourbon street. It was crazy packed and there was barely room to move. I was walking in the road right along the curb and I stepped in a puddle with my left foot. The pool of cruddy water mixed with New Orleans street debris was eight or ten inches deep. My shoe went completely underwater and it drenched up my pantleg. I stepped over to the side and shook my leg off. I was about ready to keep walking back to my hotel, when I realized how absurdly funny this was.

A lot of people are staggering drunk at Mardi Gras. Some are barely able to walk on even ground, let alone navigate a deep hole in the road. Instead of moving on, I picked a spot right in front of this murky lagoon and watched the next three or four hundred drunk people step into (and some of them fall into) it. Sometimes there would be a train of ten people in a row who would all step into it. I was laughing my ass off. I was seriously enthralled by this display. Over an hour later I continued on toward my hotel after some of the funniest stuff I have seen at Mardi Gras.

I was also drunk 🙂
Mark