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It’s that time of year again folks.
Beads, booze, and boobies.
There was once a time when Mardi Gras initially brought different thoughts to mind.
Mardi Gras = French = “Fat Tuesday”= referring to the practice of the last night of eating richer, fatty foods before the ritual fasting of the Lenten season= Ash Wednesday
Many years ago we spent some time in New Orleans.
Unfortunately, not during Mardi Gras.
It brought out the dance moves, flip flops, and leather jackets in all of us.
We spent our days out on the swamps or in the French Quarter
We spent our nights dabbling in black magic and pleather.
The city was rich with history, entertainment and native cuisine. We loved rocking our baggy jeans while soaking in the culture.
Finally, it was a time when Debs threw caution to the wind and encouraged her daughter to perform with the local acts… whilst taking some very shady pictures.
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by keighley
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kiersten - Wow I was so hot.
jamie - These are wonderful. That last picture is amazing!