In stark contrast to the glitz and glamour of the parade itself, the scene on the ground was quite a different story. From the desperate clamoring for strings of plastic to the immense pride that people took in their creative drinking methods, my first St. Louis Mardi Gras was unforgettable and packed with chaos.

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Before the parade, a group of Mizzou students dive for beads thrown from the second-story window of a townhouse.

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With the help of both friends and strangers, a woman beer bongs a can of Busch Light.

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WashU seniors Liam Keaggy, Taylor Lewis, and Annie Hindes proudly show off their creatively-named borgs. Don’t get it? Well obviously, you’re not a borger.

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In keeping with the lawless spirit of Mardi Gras, two women break it down atop a gas pump.

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When these guys asked me to take a picture of them, I was happy to oblige. Whoever you are, I hope you’re able to find this photo.

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One of the many entertainers stationed along the parade route, this DJ judiciously searches for his next song.

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After the parade, a group of friends march a Christmas tree down Broadway. Where did they get it? Where are they going? What will they do with it once they get there? We may never know.