Mardi Gras sneaked up on me this year. Sadly, it’s felt like Ash Wednesday for months. What else can we give up in the name of austerity and abnegation? This is a sure sign that I need to second-line!
Some Mardi Gras flashers would put me in the mood. I have beads, an illicit Cuban cigar, and spicy andouile sausage. I could excavate a snow pit for my grill. Tonight I’ll kick back with Kermit Ruffins for a little Smokin’ with Some Barbecue. Happy Mardi Gras, y’all.
Psst… just in case you don’t know, here’s How To Second-Line.
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