So I survived Fat Tuesday–but only barely. Maybe it was all the secondhand smoke, or maybe there was anthrax in the air, but Jonno and I awoke yesterday feeling like utter crapola. I feel slightly better today, but I’m still coughing like freakin’ Camille.
If you weren’t here, you missed a magnificent day. The weather was perfect–seriously, perfect–and everyone was in a wonderful mood. Jonno shot some amazing pics (as usual), but I didn’t even turn on my camera. I did, however, videotape the entire Ste. Anne parade from the upstairs window. When my editing suite decides to cooperate, I’ll post it. Promise.