Mardi Gras

I apologize for my lenghty absence, I temporarily forgot my password, and conveniently enough, my user name as well. slick move, I know. Clearly I am not ready for life (or life isn't ready for me?) But, I digress. I am back, some would say with a vengeance, some would say with the fierce determination of someone who started something and (4 months later) decided she should stick to it.
So, I was informed that Tuesday we don't have lecture because it is Mardi Gras, or Fat Tuesday. As the words "Mardi Gras" exited my friends mouth, I was reminded of a special friend in my childhood. His name was Mardi Gras and he was a deflated balloon me and my brother found on the beach in Florida. He was my pal for a while. As I told my friends this riviting tale (at least I thought it was) their reaction was laughter. and then.. "wait... seriously?" Yep. I think we've all had our share of imaginary friends, but it takes sheer genius to be capable of such anthropomorphism.
Being the atheist that I am, I am not very familiar with the concept of Fat Tuesday. Is it a day when fat people are treated like real people? (oh snap.) But turns out it is exactly as awesome as it sounds. Lots of food, and boobs. I think I will quite like this holiday.
after this lame blog on imaginary friends, i think we can all use a pint of vodka. And on that, I leave you with this wonderful graph to ponder. We all have problems, but the bitch ain't one.

see you in 4 months avid readers.