There Has To Be a Morning After

This is how I feel ( and look) this morning--the day after our annual Endymion parade day long party.  I have no party pics (the hubs lost the memory card from the camera during superbowl festivities in the French Quarter), but rest assured it was as beautiful, tasteful, and elegant as the above photo suggests.  It's not a great party until a drunk girl staggers through the house screaming, "Where the Hell is my rubber chicken?" and someone passes out in the middle of the kitchen.  Good times.


Nate @ Laurelstreetblog.com said...

I feel like that photo most mornings - parade or no. Sounds like a good time was had by all. Happy Mardi Gras Mitchell!

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