I went to Mardi Gras against my will (it was a work day and our orders were to go get drunk and party). I had a long elaborate post about my experiences on another forum but it got messed up before I could post it. Long story short, Obama paid for gas, I saw some titties, my buzz went away, PTSD made me leave Bourbon street, and I got pissed off because I didn't get home until 9pm.