Mardi Gras over. And I survived. Don’t know how. Friday night, I stayed at the pub with George and Colin and Polly. Drank waaaaay too much. Ended up barfing. Niiice. Walked around the Quarter on Saturday with Annie and George. Was fun. Went to the pub afterwards, again, drank too much. Sunday was Polly’s movie day, watched “American Movie.” It was funny and depressing. Afterwards, we went across the river to watch Bacchus. Colin was doing security and riding on one of the floats, so we got a ton of stuff. I saw Regan (from Barnes & Noble) and her boyfriend. Monday, I had to work. Was deadly. Barely made it. George and I watched a Sherlock Holmes movie and crashed. Tuesday I got up and met Colin and Polly and Liam and some other people at the ferry. We walked around the French Quarter. I got some cool beads from a walking krewe, the Krewe of Elvis. Also saw John Goodman in another walking parade. Went by my uncle’s condo, hung out there for a while, then we went to Monahan’s, then back to the pub…for just one more drink. George and I went home, he was in a rotten mood. I stayed home last night and read. Today was not too fun at work. I was tired. Blech.

Sunday is my movie day for the APMS (Algiers Point Movie Society). No one reads this, so I can say what I’m showing…either Mr. Smith Goes to Washington or Fever Pitch. I think Mr. Smith. It’s a classic, but people will be expecting me to show a British movie. Ah well, I’ll just surprise them.

Am going to go look at gyms this weekend, I think. I am feeling disgustingly slothful. Bleccch.