With Mardi Gras around the corner, I like categorizing my friends into one of four groups.
The first group loves everything about it: Posh balls, street parties, costumes, marching bands, you name it. Group two despises Mardi Gras so much, they would do anything humanly possible to flee the city. The third adores parades but, if given the choice, would undergo a colonoscopy over attending an exclusive Carnival ball. Group number four would chose a fancy dress party every night over hitting the streets and catching beads.
Personally, I’m a five. Excluding traffic, I like everything – in very small doses.