“My Audemar like Mardi Gras…”

“My Audemar like Mardi Gras…”

Laissez les bon temps rouler! It’s Mardi Gras!

A time of celebration streaming through the depths of New Orleans, stemmed from the roots of Mobile (well, let the ‘Bama folks tell it). What a wonderful time of year.

When I first found out freshman year that we got a break from school for Mardi Gras, I thought to myself, “Wow. I love this school.” Now, regardless of the endless partying people do, I just never saw it as a reason to be off for school since we didn’t in high school. But it’s actually a culture rich holiday. I soon learned that being located in theΒ Hub City we were in close proximity of the celebrating cities.

Plus, a quite handful of USM’s population were New Orleans natives– they probably would’ve skipped class any way, right? RIGHT.

Some of my best memories looking back:

Southern Miss has a great way of bringing Mardi Gras to Hattiesburg. The school hosts this huge parade throughout the campus and surrounding neighborhoods similar to the numerous known parades that occur down Canal St.

Fast forward to sophomore year when my friends and I actually ended up on Canal St! We planned an entire day trip. With packed lunches and lawn chairs, we were set. It was a super cool, totally amazing day for my first real time in the city. After the parades on Canal, we met up, enjoyed New Orleans-style Popeyes (that is extremely like no other– I could be tweaking) and even crashed a grande hotel. We strolled down Bourbon St. where I soon learned why it was referred to as an “experience.” It creeped me out at first, especially since I despise large crowds, but hey, all in all, what a time.

Β In the same sense the following year, my sorority sisters and I visited Bourbon St. Now, day time Bourbon and night time Bourbon are two completely different venues, haha. We spent most of our time in the French Quarter, enjoying beignets and sight-seeing. Before day break hit, we were already en-route back to campus.

Β Seems like it would be the same old same old when senior year rolls around. And it was. I sat in the bed all weekend and break determined to avoid the beady streets by studying for my Immunology exam the day after Fat Tuesday. Yet, when Fat Tuesday rolled around I found myself contemplating doing this for the last time as an undergrad, and well was well on my way to “The 504.” Spontaneous trips are always the best. I enjoyed myself, ran into friends, and still did well on my test. Now THAT’S how you senior year!

 

Β – ardubb.