



A 1978 Mardi Gras souvenir tee.
This thing is paper-thin, holey, and lived a lot of life, evident of what was probably a wild Mardi Gras season.
"Surviving Mardi Gras" means a lot of things to people but for me it's something like trying to survive:
6 weeks of parade-going, fried-chicken-eating-cheap-drink-drinking, dancing and revelry on the weekends on the sidewalk side (not the neutral ground!) with people I only ever see at Mardi Gras parades but it's like excitedly seeing distant family and somehow they recognize me while I'm wearing glitter, a pink wig, an artistically skimpy outfit and you catch up on your life stories while trying to catch more go-cups and beads and everyone's in a great mood and wonder why doesn't everyone have a Mardi Gras?