Buffalo. Mardi Gras. PARTY! ONE of my favorite nights of the year, indeededy! THIS YEAR will be my first with my *spousal equivalent* by my side, if he dares…

Creature of habit, I am. I almost always start with margaritas at Cozumel. (Geez, I should scan in those OLD pictures…the ones back in the day when Lil Brother was accosted by Drag Queens at dinner and when I lost my rainbow feathered boa in the bathroom at Frizzy’s after taking crazy pictures with now mama Rachel and now mama Trisha. I wonder where those pictures are?)

I usually have Erin by my side, and usually end up drunk dialing my out-of-town boyfriend on the way from Nietzsches Drag Queen show to dancedancedance at Roxy’s. Last year I might have done something silly in order to get a free tee shirt…ahem.

More recently my two bestest cousins have joined me on the festivus night (if they can get a babysitter…how long til Jessie is 21?)

One year I made it on a website. One year I made it LIVE on the radio singing “When the Saints Go Marching In” while riding the trolley. One year, I was convinced that the boyfriend by my side liked the Christina Agulera impersonator a little too much…we broke up in time for the next Mardi Gras. And one year…ah, this year we can only wait and see.

Of course this year, I am not only bar hopping for sweet charity (HOSPICE not Molly Ringwald) but I have been invited to an actual house party. And there is a big fat tuesday rumour that the mothership is opening up HQ that night too! (I’m on the beads boys and girls!)

So…who am I going to see at Cozumel in time for the parade on Tuesday? Tis only a hop, skip and a jump away from HQ! If not Cozumel…somewhere. I will find you.

Reminder note for tomorrow: Ask off of work Wednesday 21st, at least for the morning.