Dave here.
So Mardi Gras has been relatively quiet and uneventful so far, at least for me, which is why this weekmy own blog features some old stuff I wrote about Haiti last year instead of stories about doing mushrooms, befriending a morbidly obese drag queen named "Liz Trailer" who pumped tequila shots down my throat from a big green bug-poison sprayer. and riding a vintage silver Huffy Stingray down Rampart Street with no pants on. Not that I did anything like that last time I was here for Mardi Gras.

One of the things that's been nice about Mardi Gras is that I've been using Drew's little circle of friends as a sort of surrogate posse since I came back to New Orleans, and they've all been nice enough to tolerate my presence for the most part. It's always a lot more fun to walk into a bar when you know there's a chance you might actually know someone there.

Anyway, it's noon, I'm getting out of work early, and I need to come up with a Mardi Gras costume from scratch between now and tomorrow morning. Preferably something made up entirely of household items I already have in the junk drawer in my kitchen. You may laugh, but I once won a bar tab for a costume I made from nothing but duct tape and a headlamp...