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Feb
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By Lindsey

Mardi Gras In the Great White North

On 13, Feb 2018 | No Comments | In Musings | By Lindsey

The drive from St Paul to New Orleans is around 18 hours. It’s all I can do during the days before Fat Tuesday not to jump in my car covered in snow funk and hit the road. I hate driving so it’s a long stretch. Considering I hadn’t already purchased plane tickets, I always end up staying right up here in Minnesota and watching from afar. Not every year, but lately it’s been impossible to make the trip down there. Fat Tuesday has been hitting in February the last few years and TV news folks can’t take off work in February. It’s a big month where our ratings are analyzed and other boring business stuff that you wouldn’t care about. Two of the last three years I’ve flown down on a Saturday morning and flown back to Minnesota on Monday morning with enough time to make it to work for the day. OUCH Well, this year that was too much for me. Talk about seeing double for days. Pretty soon Mardi Gras will again fall in March and I won’t miss it. Mark my words.

Not being able to go does make me a bit sad. Growing up in South Mississippi we got two days off school  to celebrate Mardi Gras. I have so many memories of going to parades across the Mississippi Coast with my family, with friends and now visiting my friend who lives in New Orleans. My parents wish they could prohibit me from going to New Orleans Mardi Gras like they did when I was in high school, but once a person hits 30 the conversation is over.

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I was thrilled when this past weekend friends of ours suggested going to the annual Mardi Gras brunch at a Minneapolis Restaurant. I knew it wasn’t going to be the same, but I didn’t care. It was a blast. Felt it was a party being thrown just for me. I loved seeing the Cajun dishes, all the decorations on the walls and tables plus the traditional dessert I’ve been craving – King Cake, though the restaurant instead labeled it as King’s Cake. How cute is that! The food was great, the jazz band was wonderful and the celebration made me feel I was, in a small way, part of the party!   Until next year!!!!

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