Well, not really....but I love that song.
The alarm clock will ring at 2:45 tomorrow morning to give me enough time to clear the cobwebs, take a quick shower, get dressed and finish packing before we leave the house at 3:30 AM to drive 90 minutes to Toulouse where I catch a plane to Amsterdam, then another one to Detroit and finally a third to New Orleans.
I'll arrive in time for dinner but my brain will be screaming, Go to sleep, don't you know it's the middle of the night?!
I hate jet lag.
I'll be attending a couple of parties, going to several parades, dancing the night away at one Mardi Gras ball (Krewe of Muses) and will finally get to eat some decent shrimp!
Laissez les bons temps rouler!