Fat Tuesday, 2005
Well, I don’t know about you guys, but my Mardi Gras with the Society of Saint Anne was pleasantly uneventful–covered in glitter, jubilantly loud, and filled with curious samba beats, but uneventful just the same. If you want the full story, I’m happy to recount it, but from the way you’re rolling your eyes, I’m guessing you’d rather jump right to the pictures.



Are you the samurai warrior man? I saw you walk past my house that afternoon and I remember admiring your costume.
Sadly, no, that was our friend Michael. I looked a lot like I did before (not after) the St. Brigid Ball (http://www.sturtle.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746468485651563), but with a raven-black wig, mantilla, and safari umbrella. I looked as though I might have been en route to a funeral–Cher’s funeral.