Saturday, February 2, 2013

You know it's Soulard Mardi Gras when...

The whooping and hollering party people have descended into Soulard once again.  It's a constant stream of "WHOOOOOOOO-OOOOOO" and shuffling feet and clanking beads.  You know it's Mardi Gras season when you ask your husband, 

"honey, could you come down stairs and look at this drunk girl on the sidewalk across the street?  I can't tell if she's hurt, asleep or talking on the phone."

She was sitting hunched over in the tree lawn and very, very drunk.  John was going to ask her if she needed help but just then she stood up, brushed the snow off her and stumbled off.  I couldn't see her and she was therefore not my problem.

A lesson I will teach my children:  Never, ever let your friends leave a bar alone and always stay together.

1 comment:

  1. I would think that living in Soulard would give lots of life lessons about drinking.