Rain on My Parade

Because everyone should experience NOLA Mardi Gras at least once in their lives, some medical school friends and I made a run for the Texas-Louisiana border. Following our Friday clinical obligations, we headed east for a weekend road trip. We crashed at a resident’s house and spent all day Saturday on the streets of The Big Easy.

We started the drizzly day off with breakfast (crab and brie omelet) and cupcakes at Cake Cafe then hit the finest establishments of New Orleans. We waded our way to Frenchmen Street and then slowly made our way down Decatur where they really let anyone belly up to the bar.

Finally, we made it to Canal Street for the parades. Beads were flying everywhere! Thankfully, it was far too cold outside for anyone to “earn” necklaces, so it turned out to be a relatively PG affair. After being hit in the face with stray beads and elbows, we nursed our wounds on Bourbon Street. Though the line was far too long for an official Hurricane, we did detonate some Hand Grenades.

We also did some serious damage on the dance floor before calling it a night (or should I say early morning?). We made it back to Houston on Sunday night- just in time for me to join Sarah for the Rodeo Bites food extravaganza. By the time the real Fat Tuesday rolled around, I was already back to behaving myself and working in the dermatology clinic at the VA.