evangelical grammar: "jesus wants you to throw us beads," says Russian Olympian

Music: This Week with George Stephanopoulos It is the dreaded "day after" the Spanish Town Mardi Gras, made worse (we predicted) because it rained the entire day. Indeed, it DID rain on our parade, however, this did not damper the unstoppable spirit of blasphemy and unbridled joy: beads were flung with abandon (as well as stuffed animals--a new height of Mardi Gras freebie-ism), elected officials were skewered, there was revelry and much drinking and dancing in the rain. It was, by most accounts, an absolute blast, and indeed, the good times rolled like a Chocolate City semi-truck through the skinny, elm-lined streets of Spanish Town. I have never seen so many beads for a parade . . . I mean, there were mounds and mounds of them!

Today, however, is hangover helper day: there is always a price to pay for drinking all day beginning at 9:00 a.m. Today I do not feel too horrible (always stick to sugarless alcohol, I say, on marathon drinking days), but I know a lot of those mimosa slurpin' hotties may feel a little death: the screaming evangelical fundamentalist warned that "the wages of sin is death." And though we all knew he was right, there was something amusing about seeing this guy get pelted with wet beats . . . as Tracy screamed into the PA system: "Jesus wants you to throw us some beeeeeeeeeeaaaaaddddssss!!!!"

So we are recovering, but with lots of fun memories. Of course, I've uploaded a photo gallery, which you can access here. Unfortunately, my memory card filled up too quickly, so the debauchery after the parade was not documented (at least not by me)--including the part when people were jumping off the porch into the "party gravy" down below. Good times.