The Almost Mardi Gras beatdown.

What a great weekend we had. Party, party, party. We are close friends of the newly anointed King of one of our Mardi Gras Krewe's, so we had to stick with him throughout the weekend. He and his wife spared no expense and we alternated between the new local hotel and casino (Lauberge' Du Lac) and the events center where the ball and presentation were held. Great food, wine, cigars...pretty much sensory overload. It was great.

Theresa was stuck most of the weekend except for the night of the ball. She was eating wedding sandwiches and getting her drink on pretty well. All was good! We were dressed as playing cards...the King of Hearts of course! We lined up in the aisle to hail the King and Queen, screamed and yelled, and shot off our confetti poppers as they were presented. The Queen (another friend of ours) began her walk and dance, she looked great......and then it happened.
A woman that my wife knows who was not in our group shot silly string from behind us directly into the Queens' eyes intentionally...it completely incapacitated her and stopped the show.

And it was ON. My lovely, mannered, and proper wife went batshit crazy on that bitch. Gave her a verbal onesided smackdown that turned my face red. I swear to you I thought the punch and hair grab were coming!
Everyone was looking at the girl....she couldn't even stutter out any coherent words. And then it was over.

But not for me. I wanted to get jiggy with Theresa right there and then! She asked me if I was mad at her and I said "Hell no! I'm glad it was her not me! Now let's go home right now and re-consumate our marriage."

I had to wait till later.

Is it possible that Pearl may be Theresa's little devil on the shoulder? Could barfighting and flashing blue lights be in our future as she loses weight?

Only time will tell.

I'm Listening!