Hey party people! I’m over In The Powder Room today reminiscing about my first (and last) authentic Mardi Gras experience.
I don’t want to spoil the ending, but let’s just say that if my daughter ever wants to go to Mardi Gras it will have to be over my dead, heavily beaded body.
I’m not kidding.
Come on over and read all about my maiden voyage to the Big Easy. I’ll bring the Muffalettas. (Not a euphemism.)