"Are you calling me Fat" Tuesday!

Not long after mardi gras of 2005, I ordered a bunch of stuff from that oriental trading company with hopes of throwing a little shindig last year for it. Well, february came and went and i never busted into the large cardboard box taking up space in the closet. This year, i did not plan on letting it sit there to collect dust for another year. My dad texted me that morning asking what i was doing, and i replied "buying groceries and booze for our mardi gras party!" He was like, "geez, you guys have a party for everything! When is your anna nicole smith party?" Every night dad, every night.

Here are some captures from saturday night... there were authentic hurricane drinks, naked men doing a Full Monty reenactment with the party hats (i just might email those to you if you ask REALLY nicely), wheelchair antics and of course, drunk hot-tubbing.