Updates and Me

So I said I would update this blog about how Mardi Gras went once it happened, and I decided that while I’m at it I can write updates about a couple of other things I’ve chronicled in here, namely, birthdays and Halloween.

Mardi Gras was … good. I liked the new bar. But I don’t think I’ll be going back. Although I have nothing against drinking, and in fact enjoy a Hurricane or three every so often, that’s not really what the holiday is about for me. I know it seems silly, but as I wrote before, the time when I fell in love with the holiday didn’t involve drinking at all as I was too young. So going to this bar, the vibe was just … different. It was like “who can wear the most outrageous outfit?” “who can dance the dirtiest?” “who looks most like Jesus?” The farmer’s market is more about traditions (besides the drinking one) and food and live, authentic music. So next year I’ll be back, even earlier than the year before.

Birthday’s since I turned 26 … well, my 27^th involved an epic Tiki party I held at my apartment. I wore a fake grass skirt, had Lilo and Stitch running in the background and made a ridiculous amount of food. My very good friend Sam made me a seven mini volcano bundt cakes, set on a large map of each of the seven islands of Hawaii. She poured 151 rum into the middle of them and set them on fire. Quite the sight.

Twenty-eight was a dance party I held at a nearby dance practice facility. I made seven mix CDs, borrowed some fancy lights and didn’t get so drunk that I couldn’t keep the dancing going until around midnight when they kicked us out.

Last year I had dinner at a jazz club, followed by drinks and games at a billiard club in Glendale, followed up with a stay at the hotel that was right above the jazz club. I wore a tiny pink dress that had pockets (I told everyone about the pockets). Also, the flowers above are from my boyfriend for my birthday last year.

Halloween! 2009: For one party, I put an onion on my belt. For another, I was the Lord Mayor of London Towne. Again, a gift from my grampa inspired the costume – this time it as a tri-corn hat.

2010: I dressed up as Homer from the chili cook-off episode.

2011: I was a slutty lunch lady.

And that brings us up to today. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to find an appropriate ribbon to put on one of the Mardi Gras masks so I can put it back in the box and put the box in the storage cabinet.