Mardi Gras Mambo

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Author: Gred Herren
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and we had a small office in the Marigny, in an old building on Frenchmen Street. It was fun—we’d get up in the morning, have breakfast together, and walk over to the office. We’d work all day, and then around five we’d head for the gym. We didn’t have anything major to work on at the office; most times it was just doing back-up research for another branch office’s case, and the occasional job doing research for a lawyer (my older brother, Storm, had his firm throwing a lot of work our way). I had a regular paycheck and the kind of home life I’d never imagined in my wildest fantasies. We all got along great. About the only real problem had been convincing Frank to try Ecstasy at Mardi Gras. It hadn’t been easy, but he finally gave in.
    Little did I realize how much hassle we would have been spared if we’d only listened to Frank. You see, there’s something about Carnival that affects people. Every day in New Orleans is anything can happen day, and Mardi Gras somehow heightens that sense of insanity. Maybe it’s the liquor, maybe it’s the parades, or maybe it’s just the hordes of tourists; I don’t know. But Carnival is somehow different, more charged with the craziness that dogs our days here. My mom jokes that during Carnival the city spikes the drinking water, but I don’t know if that would do the trick. I think it’s something to do with the time of year, the way the planets align themselves or the stars are arranged when the season starts. Crazier things happen than usual. People let down their guard and open themselves to all kinds of bizarre behavior—things they wouldn’t do any other time of year. Straight boys go out on Fat Tuesday practically naked, showing off their bodies and actually enjoying the attention from the gay boys. And, of course, as everyone knows, lots of breasts are bared.
    I’ve always called it the Mardi Gras mambo.
    And if someone had told me what would happen during this year’s Carnival, I would have laughed my ass off at them. Please —it was too much for anyone to believe. And Frank has never once, since Fat Tuesday, ever said, “I told you so.” Maybe it wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t done the Ecstasy, but I have a feeling it was kind of meant to be. Somehow, we would have gotten dragged into it. And if not for the Ecstasy, who knows? Maybe it would have wound up worse than it actually was. You can never question the Goddess and what she has in mind for you. All you can do is take what she throws at you and do your best. There’s never any point in thinking, “If we hadn’t done this or if we’d done this instead things would have been different.”
    Things happen for a reason, and it’s not our place to question those reasons, right? But sometimes I have to wonder if the Goddess doesn’t just enjoy fucking with me for her own entertainment. I mean, she probably does have a sense of humor, right? It’s not a stretch to think she likes to see how we are all going to react to the curveballs she throws at us. And I usually don’t mind the curveballs—that’s what makes life interesting, after all, and I can’t think of anything more tedious than having a life that is set in stone and completely predictable. Sure, some warning that something crazy is about to land in your lap would be nice—and maybe she could not throw a lot of successful curveballs at me in a row. But I’ve never been destined for a quiet life, as I’ve said, and for the most part my life has always been pretty charmed. I’ve got a great family, a great apartment, and two fabulous boyfriends, so apparently she feels like I need to have some nutso stuff in my life as well. And if that’s the price I have to pay for the great life she’s given me, so be it. I don’t ever want my life to become boring.
    And since Ash Wednesday, I’ve

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