It was late last night when a friend reminded me of today’s impending holiday. It’s Fat Tuesday – Mardi Gras. Almost missed it entirely. Not that it’s a real big holiday around this house. I don’t really go in for Lent so the idea of spending the eve before getting rid of the butter and yummy things in the house is just an excuse to have pancakes around here.
But who am I to turn down a celebration of pancakes? And jazz. Definitely jazz. So I put my best boogie woogie on and Luke and I spent the morning dancing around the living room with the music on full tilt and the windows open to let in the morning sun. The neighbors already know I’m nuts, so no worries there.
It’s also Fat Toesday. My left big toe is wearing a festive purple bruise and is a little puffy from entirely non-pancake-related activities. Ballet is your guess, right? Those horrible pointe shoes? Are you getting your podiatrist warning labels out to read me the riot act? Guess again. I tripped over my own two feet in a stunning display of clutsiness while putting away the laundry. That was yesterday’s daily dose of stupid. (And I wonder what tomorrow will bring?)
Lovely. I bruise pretty easily, actually. Because I run into things a lot. Good thing I like purple.
Oh well. Happy Fat Toesday. If your non-purple toes want to do a little dancing on this festive holiday, I present to you my Mardi Gras mix. Maybe you’ll find a cut or two here that you don’t have.
Have some pancakes and cut a rug.
When the Saints Go Marching In
Lavender Coffin
Fine Brown Frame
Jambalaya
Oo Papa Do
Iko Iko
Rag Mop
That Was Your Mother
Je me reveiller le matin (I Woke Up This Morning)
I Want You To Be My Baby
When that Evening Sun Goes Down
Bli Blip
Blue Skies
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
New Second Line
Swanee River
Beans And Corn Bread
Down By the Riverside
Now Or Never
Stormy Weather
Don't You Just Know It
Bourbon Street Parade