It’s Fat Tuesday!
By Wyatt Earp | February 24, 2009
No, I don’t think he has anything to do with the celebration, although I can’t tell if he is wearing any beads from this angle. *shudder*
For the two of you who have never seen the Girls Gone Wild commercials, Fat Tuesday it America’s favorite excuse to get drunk, ogle some women, and generally make an ass out of yourself. (Of course, I call those days “weekdays.”) It is also another term for Mardi Gras - the only reason why we let New Orleans stay around.
This from Wikipedia:
The terms “Mardi Gras” and “Mardi Gras season”, in English, refer to events of the Carnival celebrations, ending on the day before Ash Wednesday. From the French term “Mardi Gras” (literally “Fat Tuesday”), the term has come to mean the whole period of activity related to those events, beyond just the single day, often called Mardi Gras Day or Fat Tuesday. The season can be designated by the year, as in “Mardi Gras 2008″
While many of you Christians are enjoying the last day of debauchery before Lent, I will be keeping the city safe - and lamenting the fact that my division does not cover South Street, home of the local Fat Tuesday parties.
Oh well, I might as well post something appropriate for the occasion:
Hooters Girls. Is there anything they can’t do?
February 24th, 2009 at 4:39 pm
Calculus?
February 24th, 2009 at 4:41 pm
There appears to be some words after the hydrant photo, but I’m no longer able to focus my eyes. There just has to be some insertion going on there.
February 24th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
Bill - Funniest comment of the day!!!
Kaveman - That’s why I had to post the other babes. You know, to cleanse the visual palate.
February 24th, 2009 at 5:55 pm
mmm… damn I think I need to head down to South St…
February 24th, 2009 at 5:56 pm
There’s SO much more to Mardi Gras than this.
February 24th, 2009 at 5:57 pm
incidentally… is that The Juice?? man he’s gained a few lookin for those killers..
February 24th, 2009 at 5:59 pm
Smite - I’m stuck in the division all night. Damn.
Doghouse - Oh, I know, but it’s a family blog.
Smite - I think it’s Al Roker.
February 24th, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day in the UK.
Who’s the other one who hasn’t seen the Girls Gone Wild commercial? Have we missed anything?
February 24th, 2009 at 7:15 pm
I haven’t seen it and I am sure I don’t want to.
February 24th, 2009 at 10:39 pm
You would never know that there are any local celebrations of Mardi Gras within 1,000 miles based on the reactions I got when I asked at grocery and craft supply stores if they had anything that would work as a king cake baby. Apparently, most people in this area have never even heard of a king cake. It got depressing when Sebastian & I agreed it would be best to make a warning label for the cake I sent with him to work this morning. Better safe than sorry for anyone biting down on the baby.
February 24th, 2009 at 10:47 pm
Do I need to ask? Do I want to know? Yes, I do. Probably not. I’m asking.
What is a king cake baby?
February 24th, 2009 at 11:17 pm
Wyatt, aren’t you afraid you’ll break the hydrant?
In all seriousness… Tommy want wingies.
February 25th, 2009 at 1:26 pm
A king cake baby is a small token baby (the ones I found were in the baby shower section of Michael’s) placed inside the king cake right before baking.
Whoever finds the piece with the baby is supposed to host the next party or bring the next cake. (This works better if you’re in an area that does king cake parties every week leading up to Fat Tuesday or an annual party.) The note I wrote told folks to ignore that tradition and just consider it good luck.
Since I had to buy an entire package instead of just one baby, now I have to find a use for them. I have 5 more, maybe another 5 king cakes over the years?
February 25th, 2009 at 3:48 pm
Maybe next time, you can tell them that the one who gets the baby is going to have a baby by this time next year.
Then give the whole cake to Wyatt.
February 25th, 2009 at 4:50 pm
Actually, that’s what Sebastian did jokingly tell his co-worker who found the baby yesterday.
If that were the tradition, I would gladly give the entire cake away - every year.