gone with the blue

Mardis Gras

We were talking on the bus last week about maybe doing body art for mardis gras when a girl stepped in and told us she was a make-up artist and could paint us at her house. It worked out pretty good and a bottle of wine and a whole lot of gin later we were marching in front of 400,000 people and tv cameras. We were probably in a million photos including on the news, good times.