In the Spring (and the fall, winter and summer), I tend to get itchy feet. I want to pack up and head out with Erick and Sophia. It's a chronic condition. Maybe because it's Fat Tuesday and I miss NOLA. Maybe it's because January and February always seem to drain the life out of me. Who knows.
In summary, I'd rather be here:
I don't necessarily want to be in NOLA today because I think actual Mardi Gras might actually taint it for me. I like a reasonable amount of debauchery, but let's not take it too far.
I can't wait till we're all doing this.
But honestly, if I have to stay bundled up, I'd at least like to have a nice view.
I need help.