Before we even set foot on Bourbon Street, New Orleans 2003
Looks like I may be going to Mardi Gras again this year.
Could it possibly be as fun as the trip our senior year of college? Big shoes to fill to even compare — I’ll have to find a fireman to hoist me onto his truck, a Miami football player to take to Biloxi, a guy with gold teeth to punch in the face, and Apes to nearly pass out with me on the curb after too many Hand Grenades.
Good lord, let this trip be more civilized.
Apes, I miss you! (“WHERE’S THE BLANKET?!”)