It was Mardi Gras at casa Wild Dingo this Saturday. We’ve been hermits for too long and we’re at the point where we don’t give a hoot if we have an unfinished bath, no dining table and a mile-long list of things to finish. And it’s always a good idea to remind yourself why you shouldn’t drink too much on a regular basis. We should have posted a surgeon general warning on the punch bowl that drinking hurricanes can result in a night in jail or a two-day hangover. That punch prevented me from taking any photos during the party, but here are some pre-party and closing party shots.
We provided guests with plenty of ways to disguise their bacchanalian behavior.
Host and hostess sit in the costume staging area awaiting their first guests.
Juno already has her eye on her favorite tiara.
I took 10 photos. Loki looked the same in each one never taking his eyes off of me, waiting for my next command.
That husky…she has her own ideas.
King Cake, spicy wings, hurricane mix await Carnival gluttony.
These two always find a way to crash my parties.
MEOW!
Reluctant Mardis Gras King. “Does this crown make my butt look too big?”
“Ah much better. The matching boa doesn’t make this crown look so stupid.”
Mardi Gras Queen
“Hello ladies and germs. I just flew in from Louisiana and boy do my paws hurt!”
Ba-dum-pah!
Halftime show in the bedroom.
Who knew hurricane punch drink and huskies don’t mix?
(Photo courtesy of a masked guest.)
Too many hurricanes. Can’t… reach…punch bowl.
that crown on loki looks awesome…
I know, it’s like it fits right in with his ears!
love your photos