This weekend was hell on wheels. It’s the start of the Carnival season here in New Orleans, kicking off with the traditionally lewd and amusing Krewe du Vieux. I can sense something very powerful heading this way, and Mardi Gras only accounts for half of it. A great awakening; the vehicle of change has perched itself atop the apex waiting for that first push to set it all spiraling into motion. I met a girl friday night. It’s been a really long time since i’ve met a girl. In fact it’s been a whole year. There are parallel motions working in between this year and the last. The first four days of February never disappoint. This wine doesn’t taste as good as it did last night. The entire left side of my body is wrecked from thrash dancing in a sweaty club on Friday night. I haven’t fallen down like that since i was 15. Middle finger was crushed or jammed by some force i’m too drunk to remember the name of. Left elbow feels like it was hit by something concrete. She has curly hair and brown voluptuous eyes. Slight smile. Much history in her face. I must have looked like you’re garden variety drunk punk fucker when i talked to her. Have to watch myself, i learned my lesson last year entertaining thoughts of romance during Mardi Gras. The shit never works out once attempted. The excitement, the madness, the ecstasy of the season fuels one’s emotions—makes you think you’ve found the love of your life. It’s a drunk deception. But it doesn’t have to be. All it takes is the patience to hold off your true intentions until the Carnival has come to pass. If all this works out i’ll be calling her on Ash Wednesday, and asking her out to dinner. The parallelism is astonishing me. It feels like i’ve taken these same steps before. But i will not permit the sufferings of last year to carry over into this one. Oh i can feel my mania returning. Let’s hope it’s appetite will stay in check this time.
Posted on Sunday, 5 February 2012
