For years, I've gotten homesick on Mardi Gras. Last year, it just made me sad. This year I'm more than happy to pretend it's not even happening. In fact, until Sunday it didn't even really click with me that it was carnival season.
I just don't want to think about Louisiana right now. It makes me miss my hometown and it makes me miss my dad.
Lately everything reminds me of my dad, and I know it's because down in the part of my brain that I try to ignore, I'm reliving last year and I'm doing a countdown. This time last year, he only had a month left. We knew, but we didn't know.
So y'all forgive this New Orleans girl if she embraces her adopted Texan status today and ignores all that south Louisiana foolishness. I'm going for a run on an Austin trail, then I'm going home to work on my filthy little hill country apartment and perhaps knit some very silly projects, considering winter is just about over down here.
I will drink cheap Spanish wine and eat sauteed mushrooms over avocado (it's good, you should try it.) I'll have some of those damn mini Cadbury creme egs for dessert.
I will ignore any and all Mardi Gras coverage, even if it means going to my room and closing the door and the blinds and burying myself in books I've read 4 times already.
Tomorrow I'm not giving up a damn thing, because I'm not Catholic.
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2 posts in 2 days? Be still, my heart!
And looky here, I know I'm not the only one reading this blog. I feel like a damn stalker here. Let's get some damn comments going here.
Of course she's gorgeous!!!!
*grins*
Atta girl, munch. I'll say here in public, you are the bestest kid anyone could have. Even if you weren't, I'd love you anyway.
And no, you didn't freak me out yesterday, cuz I knew where you were going with the post.
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