It's that time of year again. Mardi Gras time! It was 1992 when BR talked a group of us into a road trip from Dallas to the Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I instantly fell in love with the city. As Anne Rice said, New Orleans is a city of "preservation through neglect." So many beautiful old buildings that nobody bothered to tear down.
Every year when Mardi Gras comes around, I do everything I can to justify making the trip. "You deserve a vacation." "You'll get to see so many friends with just one trip." "It's a late Mardi Gras this year -- those are always the best!" "You'll be driving this year, so you'll save money on airfare." And the newest, "BR may not be able to go next year." But when push came to shove, the budget just couldn't absorb the cost.
I guess I'll just have to wax nostalgic.