It's Mardi Gras! Mardi Gras! Get your beads and your camera, there's flesh to be recorded. Makin' King Cake... the only time of the year when infantophagia is encouraged, even coveted... It's a bit depressing that I received no flashing offers today... of course I had no beads to barter with and I'm not attractive enough to elicit random proposals en déshabillé... and besides, Highland Park would frown upon such wanton revelry... they have a law against it donchaknow... If I wore all of my beads tomorrow... would that appear desperate?