This is so awesome! They made a holiday just for full-figured folks like me. I threw myself into the celebration whole-heartedly. I have to tell you all about it….
So…. because it was unseasonably warm, I chose to attend the Mardi Gras festivities sans clothing. Immediately, guys were giving me shiny beads to wear around my neck. Aren’t they pretty? Apparently, that’s a thing…..
Then I heard that the person (or dog) that finds the plastic baby in their piece of cake wins a special prize. Being the highly intellectual girl I am, I decided to improve my chances dramatically (to 100%) by eating ALL the cake before anyone else could get any. Guess who got the plastic baby? ME! (I really can’t believe no-one else figured out that strategy before) My prize? A super pretty, but quite uncomfortable and rather precarious TIARA.
After my amazing cake win, we all enjoyed quite a few yummy cocktails, resulting in the loss of my beautiful tiara. I’m sure some other B____ found it and took it home. I begged for another tiara, but was denied. I even said I was willing to eat another whole cake.
Some more raucous partying ensued — we played a little fetch, drank some more cocktails, chewed on some people’s shoes, drank some more cocktails, did a little karaoke, drank some more cocktails, and reflected on the past year.
By the end of the evening, I was dog-tired (see what I did there?)
My Mom tells me the next 40 days are a time for quiet reflection, spiritual contemplation, and self-denial. I think I could use the former, given my current headache situation, and the latter should help with my diet. Here’s to Lent.