Fighting February

Although I’ve never set foot in Quebec, I’ve celebrated Carnaval in one way or another for most of my formative years. I still sing “Chanson du Carnaval” and taught “Bonhomme, bonhomme” to my French students.

Of course now that I live in the states, and especially in this post-Katrina world, Mardi Gras is a big deal. Not for me so much, but for the general population. Now it means something more than it did before, it’s a way of showing nature that we are resiliant, like when we continued our lives after 9/11. We’ll show nature, just like we showed those terrorists.

I’d like to say that I’m above Mardi Gras because I’m above such a riotous debacle, but Rendezvous is in my blood.

Rendezvous is the pinnacle of fighting-cabin-fever entertainment, in fact, it is dubbed “the only legal cure for cabin fever”. I can’t go into depth with this; to me the experience defies retelling and the memories are not distinct but one big glom – and I don’t drink! The whole town is mobilized, schoolchildren make costumes and learn history, keystone cops “arrest” any man who hasn’t grown a decent beard…

Shevaun wrote a little about her experience this. I don’t think it’ll help the uninitiated understand, but my words just aren’t coming together today.

Anyway, today is the last day of February, and it made me think of all the different ways people try to survive the shortest month of the year. I know, I know, the day before the beginning of Lent is a big deal, but really, it’s really about survival.

2 thoughts on “Fighting February

  1. I didn’t know that Mardi Gras was connected to Lent, or Easter or anything till I moved to New Mexico. Then I figured out it was the last big party before Lent. I think its hilarious when I see “Fish Sandwich’s $.99-Lent Special” all over town.

    And I agree, February really is all about Survival.

  2. you know, february has always been an awesome month for me, but this year… even though it started out great… it got weird at the end.

    i’m glad february is over. for the first time ever. and that makes me sorta sad, too. heh.

    ramble much? yes, yes i do.

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