Um... I didn't go. And, there's a pretty good chance I won't go.* Sorry.
Go ahead. Throw your Teevas and hacky-sacks at the computer screen. Call me a traitor ("Have you no shame? This year of all years..."). I won't argue. I'm just (probably) not doing it.
Mardi Gras crowds make me giddy and ecstatic. Jazz Fest crowds (and the ever-soaring ticket prices) make me crotchety and irritable. Can someone explain this to me?
* Of course, I say this every year and somehow haven't missed one yet, so we'll see...