It started out,
as these things usually do,
with a drink.
OK, maybe a couple...
OK, maybe a couple...
or something like that....
One thing led to another....
and before I knew it...
I was hanging out at the Scottish Rite Temple!
I was hanging out at the Scottish Rite Temple!According to my marvelous Mardi Gras Chaperon,
it's "the only Egyptian Revival building in the city where two large stone sphinxes are fondled every weekend by drunken frat boys leaving Dauphin Street after a night of partying."
Hmmmm....
better make that "drunken frat boys" AND one tipsy Traveling Bra!
*hic!*
Then...
Then...bolstered by my inebriated state, sturdy underwires and sheer BRAvery,
I decided to scale the walls of the historic Fort Conde! 
'Til, the watch tower solider nabbed me....
DANG IT!
But, he was very nice and did share his bowl of gumbo with me.
Still....
I was in the mood for a little nightcap....
Thank GAWD Veets is still serving it up
ALL day and ALL night!
I love Mobile, Alabama....
too bad I gots to go!
Double-D THANKS to my marvelous Mobile Mardi Gras Chaperon!
(Now I'm headed back up north where it's c-c-c-c-c-cold!
But rumor has it, there's a nice warm pair of fur cup-liners waiting for me!
Woo-hoo!)
Stay tuned....
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