Since We Can't All Travel to New Orleans . . .

Happy Fat Tuesday, duckies!  The majority of us, being responsible adults with all those dull responsibility things, can't join in the bacchanalian celebrations for Mardi Gras today.  So allow me to share with you the spirit of Mardi Gras we tried to create for Cubby's birthday party.  Minus the spirituous libations.  And nudity.  And . . . okay, so mostly we just had a lot of beads.  Plus masks and balloons.

There was also a King Cake supplied by my mother via the bakery in New Orleans she always gets her King Cakes from, which Cubby got to have for breakfast on his actual birthday.  Cake covered in an inch of colored sugar for breakfast?  A celebration, indeed.

If you can't manage a King Cake today, at least go get something sugary or alcohol-y in solidarity.  It's Fat Tuesday.  Over-consumption is pretty much mandatory. Even if you're not on Bourbon Street.