Some people celebrate Mardi Gras by getting drunk, high, naked, wild--going to New Orleans or Rio, doing things they will regret later, or things they won't remember later.
Methodists, as a group, don't do any of that. Our idea of a wild time is getting together in the fellowship hall for a pancake supper. Woo hoo. So I volunteered to help out, and, along with the other members of my Bible study group, served lots of pancakes and sausage and juice and coffee. I was home by 7:30, and I won't have a hangover tomorrow.
What can I say--I've never really craved life on the wild side.