+ confessions of a red-headed stepchild: last call for king cake

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

last call for king cake

It is fat Tuesday which means nothing to us on the west coast but to those living in New Orleans this means that the party is almost over. The 2 million tourists, the 7 dollar pack of cigarettes, the parades that keep you from walking or driving anywhere for two weeks straight, the beads, the trash, the college boys from Texas that keep yelling at you to show your tits at 9am on your way to work, they are all packing up and going home, soon.

But the best part of fat Tuesday is that come tomorrow, no one will offer you king cake again for a whole year!