Mardi Gras Madness

I think this year's Mardi Gras can be summed up in three words: "More Gay Music!!"

The party was awesome. Different atmosphere from last year, but that was ok. I think people were a little more relaxed or loose or something. Still no nudity (aside from two girls going into Matt's bedroom to flash each other), but that's not such a bad thing. The chicken gumbo was ohhhh sooo good! My body felt like it was on fire from the spices. That's a good thing.

I think the highlight of the evening for me was dancing with Mike N., Mike Z, Aaron S. and Abby. Abby was the DJ du jour and was doing a damn good job of it! The crowning moment is when "Shiny, Happy People" by REM came on and we all attempted to hold hands and dance in a circle. This was stopped by several people falling over, but then we got our balance back and swirled around in a dizzying fashion. I hadn't laughed that hard in awhile. Of course there was alcohol at play here. Like that wasn't obvious.

Matt H. said it had to be a good party since it's the one day out of the year that he actually gets a hangover. I stopped drinking at 10:30pm, so I felt fine. Plus, I had to drive. Blar.

Dreaming of Tornados

Ever since 4th grade or so I've dreamt about tornados. Some people just chock this up to my interest in weather. I know better. It's actually a sign I'm stressed. Saturday night and then another night within the past two weeks I've dreamt about tornados. The interesting part is that I'm never harmed in my dreams. I may see one coming while I'm driving or when I'm in a house/structure, but even if it goes right over me, I'm never harmed. I take that to mean (even though I'm not huge into dream interpretation) that although life is stressful, it's nothing I can't handle or get through. A curious thing in my second to last tornado dream is that I was driving my car, saw the formation of the tornado and thought, "Ok, this is for real. This isn't me dreaming this time." Weird, eh?