Mardi Gras (French for “Fat Tuesday”) is the day before Ash Wendesday, and is the last day of Carnival.
I knew a woman a few years ago that had two teenage granddaughters, who told her they wanted to go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. This woman apparently lived under a rock, as she had no idea what New Orleans and Fat Tuesday were all about. Namely getting drunk and flashing boobs. There may be more to it than that, but really, they are all just good excuses to get drunk and get semi-naked.
So the woman takes the two girls to New Orleans and is shocked that men keep yelling at the girls- Show Us Your Tits. She finally went up to a couple of Police Officers to complain about this kind of behavior, only to have the cops look at the girls and say-Show Us Your Tits!
I have never been to New Orleans on Fat Tuesday, so maybe there is a bit more than Girls Gone Wild and the making of a good episode of COPS. I have traveled all over the United States and New Orleans was the only city I have visited that I really wanted to be back in my hotel room once it got dark. This town is scary. So Fat Tuesday is not really my cup of tea. Oh, I like pretty young women wearing nothing but beads and body paint as much as the next man- but I have never been a fan of drunks and loud noise. This is one of the reasons I stay away from sporting events, the other reason being I am not much of a sports fan.
The drinking and nudity of Fat Tuesday is mostly in the French Quarter, with more sedate parades and family friendly events elsewhere in New Orleans. Maybe that was the problem, my friend and her teenage granddaughters just got lost and went to the French Quarter by mistake. Hmm, I wonder how many beads the girls got?
