Hear ye! Hear ye!
The college Spring Breakers have already begun pouring into town. It's also Mardi Gras ~ ahhhhh, the Perfect Storm!
Like any dare devil, risk seeker, that has ever stood on an ocean front beach to watch a hurricane approach, I went downtown to witness the "happening;" you know, for nothing more than to simply catch a glympse.
As forecasted, the frolicking youth created a tornadic wind on Duval Street, that no matter how desperately I struggled to hold back, quickly sucked me into its powerful vortex, sending me tumbling wildly into the midst of the PAR-TAY!
I walked. I gawked. I stalked. I talked.
I pranced. I chanced. I danced. I pantsed.
I drank. I pranked. I yanked. I spanked.
...all in the name of FUN!
By 4 AM, with all the kids going strong,
One said, "Hey pops, is anything wrong?"
"Oh, nothing," I yawned in midst of a song.
I slowed. It showed. They began to goad.
The old partay prince had become a toad.
Out of cash. Had to dash. Needed to crash.
But first off to Denny's! It'd be light soon.
Once outside, he climbed into his ride,
and slept like a baby til noon.
Well, today is Fat Tuesday, when the REAL party happens.
I had my Fat Tuesday last night. I'm all tapped out.
Seriously thinking about giving up "all night partying" for Lent. However, I DO reserve the right to change my mind, should the perfect conditions present themselves again!