Mardi Gras Okay, so Mardi Gras was a good night overall, but also an odd night. It's been almost a week since Fat Tuesday and I have been a busy bastard, thus the lack of new posts. (Sorry my two loyal readers)

So, Fat Tuesday...where to begin. So the entire day last Tuesday I was excited about the night to come. Thought about it at work, thought about it at home. In fact, my roomie and some friends and I watched a little Girls Gone Wild to get in the mood. After the showing, we got ready to go to the bar, packing beads in every pocket we could. We rolled into Joggers about 9. About 15 minutes after we got there, the line started forming outside, so our timing was perfect. Within 45 minutes of us rolling in, the flashing began. Our first flasher was someone I will call "da bitch". We got many more flashers as the night we on. At about 11 I went outside to say hi to friends in line. One of them was wearing a lot of beads and "da bitch" walked out. I pointed her out as someone who flashes. She heard me and tried to deck me. It looked to everyone there like I got hit, but she missed. After missing me, she said I was really trying to hit you and then looked around. She grabbed me and grabbed the bouncer and told the bouncer that I had grabbed her boobs. I had done no such thing and I told the bouncer to ask the people in line. The people in line (my friends) shook their head no and the bouncer told me to stay away from her. I did, but I caught flack from everyone since like 20 of my friends/acquaintances saw the whole deal. Pissed me off for a while. Later I found out that "da bitch" was kicked out for being 18. I saw her standing outside looking pissed, and I was happy again. My roomie had a good night. He kept going back to this chick who wouldn't flash. Eventually she did and he made out with her.... mere yards from her boyfriend who was tending bar. He got pretty freaky-deaky with us all standing around with our jaws on the floor.

I mentioned last week was a busy week. I had Fat Tuesday, an interview in P-town on Friday, an ethics exam for the bar on Saturday morning and golf in Portland Sunday morning. I didn't get much sleep. I went out Saturday night and had a good time. Talked to several of my friends. Evidentally, every law student was out Saturday night. Good times. I had something more to say about the test and the interview, but I forgot it now. Now, I've got to get caught up on reading, bar applications, and other such crap. But at least I'm lazy.