Fat Tuesday. Ah, the memories... It's been a decade since my Mayan jungle adventure. That was one heck of a Mardi Gras, though it was kid safe for the most part. Beads? You want beads? I found the distributor. I'll be getting them by the pallet load from here on out. Ten cents worth of cheap plastic and you can get hot young babes to undress for you. And to think all the money I spent on dinner dates to try and accomplish the same thing.