Results tagged “mardigras”

Today is truly a day to end all days: Super Tuesday and Fat Tuesday unite as one, to reveal America for what it truly is: the Nation of the SuperFat (and the grammatically illicit double-colon sentence as well!). Bostonist encourages all of its readers to vote prior to partying (a couple of drinks might make you think Michael Cera is a great write-in vote--actually, he totally would be), and to party like it's 2009 and we've got a fresh-faced (and perhaps long socks-wearing) new prez. Below, a couple of answers (courtesy of the Elections Division) to the difficult questions that arise on this fattest of super Tuesdays (or superest of Fat Tuesdays?).

--Haven't you always wanted to go to an event called HARVAPALOOZA? Well, now you can. Local band The Franklin Kite bring a special combination of musical prowess and astrophysics knowledge to Tommy Doyle's, where they'll play alongside Maya and The Trolleys to commemorate the palooza that is Harvard. Or something like that? Anyway, the show starts at 9 and it's totally free. A dance party will follow, so put your best foot forward. Hopefully it's not the left.

Austinist gets arty with an interactive guide to SXSW, loved some local art galleries and a new art exhibit and lamented the possible loss of "Friday Night Lights" production to New Mexico. Bostonist was happy they finally found an Anna Nicole Smith connection to their fair city and that an Apple Store was opening up. They were less happy that new rules have been established limiting underage shows and that their Governor is spending...

In case you weren't paying attention to the interminable, repetitive, heart-warming-at-first-but-now-totally-tiring parade of news stories about how Mardi Gras is still happening in New Orleans, let Bostonist remind you: Today is Fat Tuesday, which means that tomorrow, Catholics will begin Lent, give up their favorite sinful activity for a while, and generally be good and penitent (in recognition of Jesus's suffering on the cross and general sacrifice for the good of everybody) in the run-up to Easter. Naturally, then, everyone must get their sinning out tonight, or at least all of the stuff they intend to give up for Lent.

Owing to our general stinginess, our frequent use of a bicycle, and the fact that having a small child means we don't often find ourselves out of the house after the T stops running, (this) Bostonist doesn't take taxis very much anymore. On Saturday night, however, we had occasion to do so and were reminded that we love cabbies because they say interesting things at unexpected moments, frequently with cool accents.