Schedule in your disco nap, baby, because tonight is the night to be your baddest and bad-assest self:
IT'S MARDI GRAS!
This is the night, almost like Halloween, when your alter ego can and should bust loose after slipping into some party clothes and slipping a few potent beverages down. For me it's the night to photograph a slew of primo bands and to document the debauchery I might wander into.
And then, when I feel my column is under control and that I've got enough images, it's time for Perfect Nancy to become... Mardi Gras Nancy.
Love and be bad, me.
XOX

ps: theoretical question: which came first, the debauched or the debauchery?