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The time, it seems, has nearly arrived. To cease looking back and instead peer forward into the shining, silver mists of the future. To turn not with fear but hope toward the coming twelve months, leaving behind the joys of last year in anticipation of 2012’s glories. Until, of course, the planet blows up. Or melts down. Or does whatever funky and not entirely pleasant thing it might do, proving that the Mayans didn’t just run out of space on their calendar but actually really knew their end-of-the-world shit.
Ok, so even though I have landed in Boulder and thus begun my now-annual swing out west and will consequently be indulging in over a month’s worth of no doubt extreme and possibly unwise adventures, I need to take a small step back and relive that time – since I have yet to for this here blog – I lost my damn mind and dunked myself in a frozen Canadian river in February.
It’s impossible to call this final installment of our three-part look at the pagentry and splendor that is Carnaval de Quebec the most divine or fabu or even simply the best, what with the groovy ice castles and death-defying snow rafting and sexy snowman mascots that filled the previous reports. That said, Part III contains booze. Lots and lots of booze. And this booze is called…
And thus, having worked up a head of steam that’s so unstoppable it’s unstoppable like Denzel-Washington-slumming-it-in-a-thriller-that’s-actually-fairly-decent-despite-being-set-in-Pennsylvania-and-not-using-any-real-town-names-in-Pennsylvania, we continue on with our rundown of all the bestest moments from this year’s fabulously festive Carnaval de Quebec.
Carnaval de Quebec is the world’s largest winter carnival. It’s also awesome enough that I hereby nominate it for inclusion on every Bucket List made by anybody anywhere from here on out. As a matter of fact, it is SO AWESOME that just one Go Pink Boots post cannot possibly describe all of its awesomeness.