Mardi Gras Update: Bethesda

Rollicking good time in bethesda

People are shuffling around, not making eye contact, as I prance around shirtless, my body painted green, purple and silver, the only person enjoying the significance of this day. Bethesda – I ask – what gives? Where is the fun? I get the whole ban on public nudity because you have to draw the line somewhere, even if it is arbitrary, but does that ban extend to all types of fun? Is this a city of squares who wouldn’t know how to party if given a rule book?

Yep, that about sums it up for Bethesda. What’s going on in your neck of the woods?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Carl Weaver is a writer and brewer for and has been making beer and wine for more than 20 years. He is also an avid photographer and writer and just finished his first book, about a trip he took to Thailand to live in Buddhist monasteries. He considers himself the last of the Renaissance men and the luckiest darned guy in the world. Follow him on Twitter.

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