So this year you'll try something different -- like, say, a beignet-eating contest on Decatur Street at four a.m.? And then trot (or crawl, as the case may be) down to Jackson Sq and have your fortune told...after which more beignets 'n chicory coffee while the sun comes up.
I expect that at 4 a.m. I'm not going to be in any shape to eat anything and keep it where it belongs, but I'll be certain to encourage the others. *dryly* I'll just have to make certain I'm out of their range when I do so.