Well...I debated on whether or not to tell ya'll exactly what I did today, but I figure that this is an adventure of discovery, so I've nothing to be ashamed of (despite the fact that momma won't quite agree with some activities). You ready? I rode over to Biloxi this morning and played in a poker tournament. It cost me $5, and was a blast. The way it works, is that 100 people pay $5 to sign up. The payout is at least $2500, divided amongst the 10 people who make it to the final table. I know, dad, you're wondering where the $2000 that isn't accounted for comes from. Well...for the first hour and a half, if somebody goes bust, they aren't completely out of the tournament. They can buy back in for another $20. There were some people at my table who bought back in like 3 or 4 times. I'm proud to say, though that I made it through the first period there without having to by back in once. Whoo hoo! Eh, I didn't last long into the 2nd period, but it was fun regardless, and well worth the $5. Dad, you'll be happy to know that I don't plan on going back for a while...at least not until I have some income.

Ok, so...enough confession. I got back to the marina and ate dinner over at The Back Porch. This is a great resturant, but what's even better is that it's part of my marina. After dinner I rode over towards the beach, and ran smack into a parade. I've never been to a Mardi Gras parade before, so I decided to see what all the fuss is about. I'll have to say that I was pretty impressed with the floats and all...they threw out tons and tons of beads and--get this-- moon pies. Wha? Moon Pies? Um, ok. First time I can say that I've ever been hit in the head with a moon pie. I figured that must mean that I wasn't showing enough skin, right? So I lifted my shirt a little when the next float came by, and I'll be if I didn't get beamed with a can of RC Cola. Ok, maybe not, but in the south there's an unwritten rule that declares you can't say Moon Pie without then saying RC Cola.

Something else about this moon pie...it wasn't your typical vanilla or chocolate version. This thing was bright orange. Lemme tell ya...no wonder these things haven't taken off as edible snacks...it tasted like a stale melted orange cream pop. This explains it's increased value as parade objectiles. All I'm saying is that the first time I get popped with a fruitcake at a Christmas parade I'm going to come up fightin. I think I've ranted enough for one day, so I won't even go into details about the snowbird who completely grabbed beads straight out of my hand.

Back at the marina everything is real quiet, so I'm going to bed early because tomorrow I've got a lot of boat work to get going.