“Mardi Gras: the only time of year when getting hit in the face with a flying Moon Pie is considered a blessing.”

-Unknown

 Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Because Mardi Gras is here, and if you’re not ready, it will eat you alive and spit you out covered in beads, powdered sugar, and regret. If we’re going to talk about Mardi Gras, we need spiritual protection, electrolytes, and possibly a lawyer. This is the only holiday where you can see a man in a feathered cape riding a ladder, a toddler holding a string of beads longer than their body, and a grandma yelling “THROW ME SOMETHIN,’ MISTA!” like she’s summoning a demon. And somehow it’s all completely normal.

“Laissez les bons temps rouler.” Translates to “Let the good times roll and let your dignity roll away with them.” Mardi Gras started thousands of years ago as a celebration of spring, fertility, and “we survived winter, let’s party.” It traveled through Europe, hit France, and eventually landed in Louisiana where New Orleans said: “Cute idea. Let’s crank it up to 11.” And then, Mardi Gras became the only event where grown adults fight over plastic beads like they’re Olympic medals.

Mardi Gras parades are run by krewes, which are basically

• Social clubs
• Party planners
• Costume designers
• People who take themes way too seriously

Each krewe has a King, a Queen, and at least one person who spent $600 on a cape they’ll wear once. Their job? Throw things at you from a moving vehicle. Your job? Catch them without getting hit in the face. Teamwork.

King Cake is a cinnamon‑swirled, icing‑covered, purple‑green‑and‑gold masterpiece that contains a tiny plastic baby. If you get the baby, you buy the next cake. If you swallow the baby, you now have a story for the ER. It’s festive. It’s delicious. It’s mildly dangerous. Just like Mardi Gras.

Mardi Gras is:

• Brass bands so loud your ancestors feel it.
• Costumes that look like a craft store exploded.
• Glitter in places glitter should never be.
• People dancing like they’re being electrocuted by joy.
• A man dressed as a banana arguing with a woman dressed as a pirate.

It’s beautiful. It’s chaotic. It’s spiritual. Purple = Justice Green = Faith Gold = Power Also, they look great on literally everyone, including dogs, babies, and confused tourists.

 Mardi Gras Survival Tips:

• Hydrate like you’re preparing for battle.
• Never trust a bead thrown with too much enthusiasm.
• If someone hands you a Moon Pie, accept it. It’s a blessing.
• Don’t bend down to pick up beads unless you want to get trampled by a grandma with lightning‑fast reflexes.
• Glitter is forever. Accept your fate.

Mardi Gras is loud, messy, joyful, historic, spiritual, and slightly dangerous. Which is exactly why it’s perfect. It’s a reminder that life is meant to be lived boldly, colorfully, and with at least one slice of King Cake. Go ahead and dance, laugh and catch beads like your life depends on it. And let the good times roll preferably without rolling yourself into a ditch. Thanks for reading! And party on!

Affirmation: I allow joy, glitter, and powdered sugar to guide my path.

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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