Sleeping at this time of year is optional - sleep does not elude me like in the months past. I am not kept awake by feelings of rancor or dismay. At this time of year I play catch me if you can with the sandman - though he seems to be gaining some ground.
Color me Red was great - the venue was way too small and the bar was in a hot mess; and after a while the place smelt like feet, but damn it I had fun. I'm a real reveler, and be it a Red fete, Just for Fun fete, any fete, I will get it good and have a time.
Carnival is my purging time, I go through a process, a transformation, and after carnival I am reborn - ready to face the rest of the year. It's like the phoenix rising from the ashes. This carnival season has more significance for me, last year and earlier this year it seemed like I crashed and burned; but I'm ready to rise. I've enjoyed every single day from before the official launch of the season, and every day as the climax of the season draws near the outings become more intense, the people seem more intoxicated with the atmosphere and the desire to release the angst of the year at its cusp.
What a year I have had so far, filled with consternation, anger, sadness, elation, triumph, relief. It has been testing; but I would not trade a single day - and on the other side of this year I see nothing but great things; so I gladly sprint forward into the rest of this year on the other end of catharsis carnival Tuesday.
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