Tulane students pride themselves on their elite academic capabilites and credentials that gained them acceptance into the university in the first place. A Tulanian always puts work before pleasure, and would never even think of venturing out to Broadway on a school night. Drowning in work nearly 24/7, students only have one time a year where they can leave the chains of their booth at PJ’s and just let loose: thank GOD for Mardi Gras.
A novice to parties and social events, Tulane students often daydream about the splendor and rapture that Mardi Gras will bring: beads, dogs in tutus, friends, glitter, neon American Apparell leggings on every female ages 16-24 – the list goes on. Shockingly, Mardi Gras never seems to pan out exactly as a Tulane student’s reverie. In fact, it seems as if our expecations always far exceed our realities during Carnival season.
Expectation: You’re going to look ‘rull cute ~*effortlessly*~ for each day – no, each parade.
Reality: You wear the same cat galaxy pants four days in a row because they’re “cute and universal,” not because you haven’t slept in a week let alone changed your clothes.
Expectation: You and your squad will be attached at the hip and never get separated.
Reality: You get absolutely, 100% certifiably separated.
Expectation: You’ve got enough stamina for all of the parades and WILL make it to tequila sunrise after Lundi Gras.
Reality: You’re a liar. You’re a liar and a faker and you have no idea how you ended up in your bed it just happened all right?
Expectation: You’ll resist any drunchies you may or may not have and vow to treat your body well despite the festivities.
Reality: A King Cake Cheeseburger. They put a cheeseburger between King Cake. This is a real thing that is happening in the present right here and now. What a time to be alive.
Expectation: It’s gonna be the best.
Reality: It’s gonna be the BEST.