Mardi Gras with my father

[Mike&Lisa]

A few years ago my father contacted me and asked if Lisa and I still go to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. I told him we go every other year, we weren’t planning on going this year but why did he ask. He was 77 at the time and said he wanted to go 1 more time as a bucket list, but couldn’t’ go by himself. I discussed it with Lisa and we booked a room with 2 beds and told him the news. He was excited and so on Thursday the week before Fat Tuesday we drove to Mississippi and picked him up. We checked into our room and then just hung out at the hotel pool for the afternoon before going out to eat.

Friday we wandered around the French Quarter and Bourbon Street, I could tell my father was really enjoying the women flashing so I bought him some beads to give away. Around 2 we went to the room to rest before going to dinner at 6. Then, we went back to the room and all showered to get ready for the evening. Since my father was with us so she didn’t dressed overly sexy. She wore jeans and a white cotton shirt but no bra. She had a light jacket on because it was a little bit cool. We wandered around the quarter drinking, and before long Lisa started flashing people in the crowd. This really seemed to make dad happy. Around 11:00 he was getting tired but wanted a picture with Lisa before we went back to the room. She was a little embarrassed at first, but did it anyway. After a while, she was comfortable walking around topless in her panties in front of him. It was a good time and worth it since he passed a year later.

[kjs1961]

Nice.
Probably made his year.

[1TxHubby]

Love that your wife was willing to give your father some excitement. I’m sure he loved every minute of it!

[kjs1961]

I used to joke that Mardi Gras was one of the reasons men will never understand women.

Walk up to a woman in a bar and offer her $25 to show you her boobs. She might tell you to fuck off. She might slap you. She might notify the bouncer and have you thrown out.
But...
For two weeks in February, you walk up to a woman on the street and offer her 25¢ worth of plastic beads, and she can't lift that shirt fast enough.