Like a crack head looking for a hit or a hooker looking for a john, you are anxious on the eve of Gasparilla. It's like a local Mardi Gras for the city of Tampa, truly a great day that begins with a pirate invasion while everyone partakes in drunken debauchery. It's not a question of if you will get fucked up, but how long you will last on your feet. It starts at about 8am for us, but not all make it until the evening. In fact, some of us don't even make it until noon.....