If you want to know the exact origins of Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday, ask an anthropologist, but Margaret Meade doesn’t work at bobcrespo.com.
As far as our senior analysts and interns can make out, Fat Tuesday is all tied up in gods and devils and angels and demons and drink and food and sex and sinning (what’s not to love here?), and on this day anyway, it’s the Patron Saints of Having Too Much Fun that win the day, and it’s all music, dancing, eating, drinking, howling and carrying on from morning until you drop.
It’s probably the only good thing ever scheduled for a Tuesday in all of history, one more reason to shake the rafters. Even if you don’t know what the hell you’re celebrating, when has that ever stopped anyone? This holiday is a gift, the freeform jazz of holidays, to do with as we see fit.
Do something Phat.
•Suggested Activities: Giving up sacrifice for Lent.