Mom Gone Wild

March 4, 2011 at 3:01 pm (Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )


My mom is at Mardi Gras.  Again.

Two days ago, she flew south to meet up with an old friend of hers who happens to be kind of a big deal in the casino circuit.  Or at least, she spends kind of a lot of money.  For the second time in three years, she procured a room at Harrah’s Casino near the French Quarter in New Orleans – during Mardi Gras – and took my mother.  The last time, Mom drunk dialed me one morning while I was on my way to the office just to rub it in that she was watching parades and I was going to work.  I haven’t received a call yet and I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.  I do know that she texted me during her layover in Tampa to tell me she was enjoying lunch in the warm sun and I responded that I was sitting in my cubicle wearing long underwear.

This was pretty much the safest Mardi Gras photo I could find

Of course I’m jealous.  Not that I haven’t been to New Orleans many times before (even once during Mardi Gras but since I was underage at the time it’s illegal for me to get into those stories…), I’m just sick of looking at gray skies so a vacation sounds nice.  Actually, it sounds wonderful.  Between 40 hours of work, 10 hours of volunteer stuff, 3 hours of class and 3 hours of working on a class presentation, his week has thoroughly kicked my ass.  I’m exhausted and it’s not over for roughly another six days so the thought of drinking a hurricane while watching (and perhaps participating in) the antics on Bourbon Street is more than appealing.  However, I know Mom really does deserve it and I know she’ll have a good time.  I just don’t want to know how many beads she brings back.

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1 Comment

  1. Mega said,

    I hope this week is easier on you than the last. And your mom continues to rock the casbah.

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