Laissez les bons temps rouler !

Throw me something, mister!

The plan: To meet at an unspecified point along a packed Mardi Gras parade route.
The Murphy factor: I had no cell phone.
The outcome: Cinematic perfection … the crowds parted & there he was. Swoon.

We popped into Iota & in under sixty seconds I demurely ::cough:: procured these beads.

I will never forget the expression on his face when he returned with our pints.

Best Mardi Gras, ever!

May your pockets be filled with doubloons & your necks festooned with beads.

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