All my adult life, I have wondered why I love all things Mardi Gras.
I love the season, the foods, the jazz, the partying, the beads, floats, King Cake, hurricanes, boobs, masquerade masks….the whole shit and shebang!
A few years ago, I found out that I was born on “Feast of Epiphany” also known as “Twelfth Night.” (January 6).
Though Mardi Gras technically refers only to Fat Tuesday, the Mardi Gras season actually begins on Epiphany, a Christian holiday celebrated on January 6 that is otherwise known as Three Kings Day or the Twelfth Day of Christmas. In Brazil and many other countries, this period between Epiphany and Fat Tuesday is known as Carnival. Whichever name you prefer to use, the revelries of Mardi Gras last until midnight tonight, when Ash Wednesday ushers in 40 days of Lent.
I am not catholic or even religious so I don’t know why I love it.
I am already making plans to celebrate the season. Many people do not know this but St. Louis hosts the 2nd biggest Mardi Gras in the United States. I have been in the middle of that celebration for many years.
I’ll take Daniel and Sadie to the kids Mardi Gras celebration and parade on January 24. I have a “Run for Your Beads” 5k on Feb 7. And going to the big Mardi Gras street party on February 14. I’ll drink a little, eat a lot especially the King Cake.
So today I am 55 years old and Happy Epiphany to me! I did all the usual things I do on my birthday. I got up at 4:45am. Drove 40 minutes to work. I worked a 11 hour day. I drove home. Fed the dogs. Ran on the treadmill. Hit the boxing bag. Showered. Laid on the couch and watched the St. Louis Blues Hockey.
“Happy Birthday to a person that is charming, talented and witty and reminds me a lot of myself.”