Samedi Gras.

Samedi Gras is not a real thing unless you are part of Endymion. That is another sentence that makes no sense unless you are in New Orleans. I am not a part of Endymion but I know that today is Samedi Gras. Endymion is rolling, so, today has to be Fat Saturday.

Diagonally across the room from me is a man dressed like a king. His crown is the velvety …