What I'm About to Admit...

...Could likely get me get kicked out of Louisiana: I'm really not all that enthralled with Mardi Gras. King cake kind of tastes like too-sweet, usually stale cinnamon rolls. Parades are fun but a pain in the neck to get to, and I really don't like having things thrown at me. Then there's the whole weird vibe with the segregated krewes and debutante balls, the creepy symbolism of the old white guy squiring a nubile young woman (with the oldest krewes), and masks that look straight out of a 1930s Klan rally. Maybe next year I'll use that weekend to visit the fam and see some snow.