FAT TUESDAY

Is this Carnivale? Are we in Rio? New Orleans? A Silly String Party? Or just a Fat Tuesday Celebration? Yep - Mardi Gras at the homestead a few years ago. We can still recall the look on poor Rusty's face when he walked in at curfew that night. "What the heck is going on, and where are my parents????"

Speaking of Mardi Gras....we can't forget our trip to New Orleans. (on those free airline tickets we used to enjoy so often...sigh!) After an afternoon sightseeing trip (okay, Bourbon Street and O'Brien's Hurricanes") we went back to the Fairmont Hotel for a little nap.

Little did we know that shortly thereafter, (guys don't "nap") Bill and Terry snuck out for their own little sightseeing trip. Poor Bill - went out without his jacket, cuz Lynn was sleeping on it and he didn't want to wake her! You FROZE, didn't you!!!

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A few hours later, Lynn and I decided to hunt them down.

Found them snacking on pizza (how did we even spot them in that little joint only 5 minutes after arriving on Bourbon Street???). Apparently they were hungry from Bill's suggestion to just go "a few more block's down to that "red light" at the end of the street. They were sure they would see the famous hookers sitting in the windows. They get to the red light and realize it wasn't the red light district....it was really just a red STOP-LIGHT. Oh...my...