Every year, when I was a tike, my Gran would buy me an easter bonnet. I've been visiting my Gran and Pop-pop a lot lately at the cemetery. There were a huge part of my life and I miss them so much every day. Holidays like today, that have such a distinct memory attached to them, make me a little teary.
No bonnet for me these days, but I did have a nice bow.
So this is the first year in four years that I will not be in Burlington for Mardi Gras OR St. Patrick's Day. Honestly, it's probably a good thing. The drinking levels will be dangerously high, obviously, and the cops on the prowl.
The past couple of years Mardi Gras has been a shit show, to say the least. Although I would love to be there sober and document the night sufficiently and remember all the stupid things my friends do, I can not make it.
I'd like to take a moment and remember myMardi Gras and St. Patrick's Day of the past:
Welp, last year for Mardi Gras I was working in cupcake land so we only have one pic:
However, Last years St. Patty's Day was well documented:
Simply angry.
3 amigos
The Babies.
Just some of my family.
Mardi Gras Sophmore year was a litttlee cray cray:
And of course then there was 2011 St. Patty's Day.
Basically we got to KBlum and Princess Jessica's andddd got to drunk to leave:
I love her.
My first Mardi Gras experience was just that, an experience.
Since freshman year baby.
And finally, 2010 St Patty's was at Colchester, of course. It was a night of brown, for beer, and green.
The Irish princess.
Babies.
LIVE FREE OR DIE
I hope this gets whoever you are excited about the upcoming holidays and makes you dwell on the festivities of the past. I love of these moments and the people I've gotten to share these days with.
