Last night Dave took the kids down to Dauphin Street for one of the Mardi Gras Krewe parades.
I tagged along, but the parade was boring so I slipped off for a drink or two and to watch the "parade" of lovelies walking along the street outside the bar.
Dave was pissed when he found me, but got his revenge this morning when I felt like the poor guy below.
Yeah, they caught beads and trinkets, all I caught was a hangover. (oh yeah, and this one babe's phone number)