Due to Punkpup's very enlightening summary, it sounds a lot like something I would like to miss. Driving eight hours to see a naked painted parade of a lot of drunks just somehow doesn't seem as nice as driving down to Havana and watching Kathie dance. Or just trying to get my ball to sail over the the out of bounds at Pelican, or sigh, taking my art class.
It takes all kinds of people to make a world and I think I am boring.
You all go and have a good time, but don't come runnin' to me with your headaches! Been there. Done that.
