This time tomorrow, I will be in Sydney, enjoying drinks with friends and psyching myself up for this year's Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras on Saturday. I have gone every year since 2005; I even went last year when there was no furry float and I marched the whole thing in fursuit on foot (paw) with another float. I will admit I had some health problems in the lead up to Mardi Gras this year, but they will have to hospitalise me before I'm going to miss it now. Mardi Gras has become a ritual for me and I'm superstitious about missing it. Mardi Gras or bust! I hope to see you there.