Mardi Gras

So it is Mardi Gras break, and I've been looking forward to this year's Mardi Gras for a good 365 days. On Monday, my friend and I went down to New Orleans for some parades, and the plan was that we would stay with my sister for the night, and then get to go to parades on Mardi Gras day. Well somewhere along the lines my parents decided to call me freaking out because we weren't with my sister yet, and were forcing us to come home. My dad recently got a GPS tracker installed on my phone, because despite the fact that I am the world's most perfect child, he doesn't exactly trust me. As my friend and I are on the way back from New Orleans, he called me and asked me where I was, and I replied with "Just leaving New Orleans." Well he tracked me, and it said that I was near Port Allen. Even though we WEREN'T. I tried telling him that the tracker may just not be accurate, but he did not believe me, and when I returned home I received the news of my grounding. Yep, that's right, I was grounded on Mardi Gras day. A day that was supposed to be tons of fun ended up being one of the worst days I've had in quite a while.