With apologies to Max Sendek...

let the wild rumpus begin. Actually, I'm winding down after the wild rumpus. Another perfect Mardi Gras in St. Louis. If you want a wild, fun Mardi Gras without a chance of being mugged, molested, urinated upon, shoved six blocks from where you wanna go or ripped off, come to St. Louis to enjoy the festivities. We are Catholic as hell and enjoy drinking as much as anybody out there. OK, gotta go back to a party. My friends are calling me lame.