My daughter went to college in New Orleans and my son-in-law is from that great city. They live in Washington, D.C. now, but that doesn't stop them from celebrating Mardi Gras in grand fashion.
Laissez les bon temp roulez means "Let the good times roll." And roll they did this past weekend!
We dined on red beans and rice, jambalaya and corn crab bisque. We drank Hurricanes. We danced to the rhythms of New Orleans jazz and then we drank more Hurricanes. In between, we tried to see who could best pronounce Tchoupitoulas street. Strangely enough, the winners were the people who drank the most Hurricanes.
There were green, purple and gold beads everywhere. And not one, but two King cakes.
It was the Big Easy transported to D.C.
May your Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday) be terrific!