If you are easily offended, then you probably should stop reading my blog……if not, then here is a little funny.
A Cowboy walks up to this Indian and says, “Indian, can I talk to your horse?” Indian says, “Horse no talk.” Cowboy looks at the horse and says, “Horse, is Indian treating you good?” The horse looks over at the Cowboy and says, “Yea, Indian is treating me good. He feeds me oats, he washes me down from time to time and occasionally he combs my mane. All and all, life is good.”
Depending on the driver and of course the number of riders, Bourbon Street is only about a case of beer away from A&M. Much to my parent’s chagrin, New Orleans became a second home for me and my running buddies, which may partially explain my insatiable drinking habit and my affinity for Cajun cuisine.
As much as I enjoy good drunken buffoonery, I have never been a huge fan of Mardi Gras. A mob of 100,000 drunken idiots, crammed onto narrow streets, pushing and shoving as they move to and fro is not my idea of fun. No, I prefer to drink alone….. But, regardless of my likes or dislikes, Mardi Gras has become a huge part of the Cajun culture and has greatly influenced the region as a whole.