Forget New Orleans!  Mobile is where Mardi Gras was born.

Being a good Southern girl from the Gulf Coast, the Mardi Gras Season is second only to Christmas!  Well, today is Fat Tuesday and I’m feeling rather homesick.  I miss going to the Balls where I’m constantly reminded that I really cannot (and should not) dance.  I miss the smell of the horses as the marshalls ride by at the beginning of each parade.  I miss the screaming of  “Throw me some Moon Pies, mister!” I even miss getting pelted with cheap plastic roses, plastic cups from the Order of ______ (fill in the blank) and doubloons!  In fact, Rob and I keep our Mardi Gras organization memberships active so that we won’t miss out on the fun when we return. 

Mobile and Baldwin County are where I spent my youth and I wanted to share a little bit of that with you today!  So grab your beads, your prettiest formal gown {FYI- must be floor length or they won’t let you in the Ball}  and reminisce a bit with me.

…And, no, at our Mardi Gras young ladies keep their tops on.  Thank you very much!

Humm the tune with me!

Mardi Gras in Mobile

Mardi Gras Photos

Sigh. I’ll be eating pancakes at church tonight here in VA.  Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday and Lent begins.  At least I don’t have to give up Moon Pies! ;-)

Laissez les bon temps rouler!

Leslie

PS- Happy Birthday, Rob!