This
is how I ended my night last Saturday at carnival in NOLA.
(Actually, we went to a diner after this, in order to get me a Belgium [sic] waffle, and it was there I found myself slumped against my friend and talking emphatically about Ben Browder's career.
Also, I now know how Withnail felt. Or maybe how Richard E. Grant felt. But oh, how I enjoyed myself.)
In other travel news, I AM GOING TO BELGIUM THIS SUMMER. Speaking of Belgium waffles. Hnur hnur.