Fat Tuesday

The businesses along our main drag have no hopes of doing any serious business today, except the two drive through daiquiri shacks. The banks are closed for the day, and all sorts of characters are walking the streets. There will be a parade at 5:30 with costumed revelers throwing beads to the crowds who have gathered to celebrate my birthday Mardi Gras.

I thought I’d go take pictures of the party, but I think I’ll stay home and avoid the rowdy crowd. Besides, I am tired. It is exhausting work, coming out of the “age” closet. I guess I have to accept the fact that I am basically an old fuddy-duddy.

I wonder, would it be an oxymoron to say that I am a fun fuddy-duddy?