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So yes, Mardi Gras was fabulous. Surprisingly fabulous. The weather held off for most of the day, the costumes were fantastic, and our walk to Rex with the Society of Ste. Anne took about half the time it usually does. Many tourists stayed away–presumably because (a) they come down just for the weekend not knowing that it’s all about Tuesday, and (b) because they wussed out over the weather–which meant bars were very, very manageable. Great for us, bad for bar owners, but feh. Got home before sundown (eight hours of corsetry is enough), watched two episodes of The Simpsons, gave myself a girlie facial and took a long bath, finished the gayest thing I’ve ever read, and fell asleep before 9pm. All in all, very cathartic. Very catholic, too. Too bad I’m a Southern Baptist.