It's Mardi Gras, aka Fat Tuesday.
While New Orleans is struggling with how to reclaim its past and let the good times roll, I'm thinking about how I'll face my own colorful and hedonistic past, in the form of my ex-husband.
Eric's in town. It's the first time I've seen him since we split in October 2004. I'm looking forward to seeing him tonight and having fun with our mutual friends.
I'm also associating Mardi Gras with my present, which includes a man who's very fond of an aging Boxer with that name.