Last night we joined in our first fat tuesday party at a friends place in SE Portland. Besides the grand food, decor, and Hurricanes, the sponsor also put on a mini parade, which lasted for 1 block and consisted of 1 grand marshall (Derek), 1 float (Jim driving, April throwing beads), and one rear marshall (me, though rear marshall sounds dirty). Despite the briefness of the parade, we managed to piss off someone who evidently wanted to get home.
It was a fun time and my friends in the know helped me enough to dress in a way that while embarrassing me anywhere else, didn’t embarrass me at the party. Plus, the next morning, there was some king cake at work. Word on the street is the person who found the baby-jesus and didn’t fess up will have some serious ‘splainin’ to do.