Thursday, February 19, 2009

The best bad decision

At nine o'clock this evening, I will pile into a small car with four friends, three of whom will switch off driving 17 hours straight through the night to get us all to New Orleans for the weekend preceding Mardi Gras.  This decision was made approximately three days ago.  We have no real plans for a place to stay (a friend of a friend has some floor space for two or three of us, another friend's ex-whatever may be able to house some, and I'm planning on trying to mooch off the few people I know at Tulane).  We'll be there through Sunday, hopefully returning on time Monday morning for a neuroscience exam that my champ of a pre-med friend wouldn't let stand in her way of the road trip.  But hey, it's definitely worth it, right?  Especially after the more-than-mildly disappointing news about Preakness.  
So I'll be out of blog-touch for about four days ... in the meantime, here's hoping that Hopkins lax beats Siena and that Slumdog Millionaire rakes it in on Oscar night!
Wonder how many beads these Mardi Gras mamas got for their super-creepy body paint?

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