Well everyone im back, i needed a little vacation of my own terms. maybe in about two weeks i may be taking a vacation far away-if you know what i mean-so you may not hear from me in a while but anyway LOL. My journey this time took me all the way to the big city of new orleans to the celebration known as MARDI GRAS-it means fat tuesday in french and it is esentially the last day of partying before the beginning of lent or ash wendsday. My mardi gras started out at 7:00 a.m. as i woke up and got dressed for a day and night and next day of partying-well i got dressed for eight o'clock a.m. got down to where the parade route was so i could get a place in the front of the crowd-being that the ZULU parade is one of the finest parades in the festivities. they actually throw painted coconuts and sculpted coconuts and instead of the french quarter- I decided to go a little off the beaten track and go down to the poorer part of town-on Claiborne street. That way i got a better feel of new orleans and the culture and atmosphere that makes everyone fall in love with it at first sight. As i got 2 claiborne street at eight o'clock in the morning the festivities were already well under way underneath the overpass at claiborne and orleans avenue. they morning started off with forties and zydeco. Well after 2 forties and the ZULU parade about to start needless to say "I had to fucking pee-SO SO VERY BAD".  So I went to the corner store-no i couldnt pee there-i even told them i was pregnant-guess what i couldnt pee=well fuck em i says. Well i walked about a half mile down to a quaint quiet little bar called the black pearl-here i finally got to releive myself and it felt so damn good. So I ran back and caught the parade and had a great time as by the end of the Zulu parade i had smoke two blunts right there in the open with two complete stranger-it was great and for what they said was hydro and purple was some damn good weed if i must say so myself. After the next parade i returned to the "The Black Pearl" once more and i not only partyed and took in this unique culture:but i made a bunch of new friends just in that one small moment of my life-it was absolutely great. I then walked right back down the street-under the overpass- to where the "Brass Bands" had begun to play at this mock festival-i smoked more weed that the east indian store owner called shiva plus i drank some more=then i proceded to feel the beat of the music and not thinking not looking and mainly not even careing i just danced,it was absolutely great. I can honestly say that I havent felt that free in a long long time but hopefully one day i can feel that free again=if not just in my dreams. Then there was also what is called a second line which is a independent procession-which I followed at first-but I ran into a new party scene and that was the rest of the day and night until like four in the morning the next day. i went from party to party-it was freaking awesome-and i met all sorts of people from all walks of life. Between me and you I also went to a voodoo ceremonie and got to oversee the tradition but i was told it should be top secret...It was needless to say INTERESTING. I absolutely enjoyed myself and i would recomend this trip to everyone- and I guess the lesson learned is: YOU LEARN SOMETHING NEW EVERYDAY and EVERYONE HAS A STORY TO TELL and THERE IS SOMETHING NEW AROUND EVERY CORNER. Well I gotta Run but until next time which i promise this time wont be long. CHOW