Where Angels Fear to Tread

Fat Tuesday started off with a bang as I rushed the angels to get it together and get out the door before Zulu rolled. We had one goal for the day – to be open – for whatever Mardi Gras was to bring our way. We were loaded up with a magnum of Leroy Duvall and fresh orange juice and lots of open-ness – lots of it! 


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2 Responses to “Where Angels Fear to Tread”

  1. anonymous Says:

    red hot mama!

  2. Rachel Says:

    Fallen angel

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