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The transition from Steeler Country to Cajun Country
A Yankee's First Mardi Gras Ball
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By Angie Dilmore
In June 2007, Angie Kay Dilmore and her family moved from their hometown of Pittsburgh, Pa. to Lake Charles, La. The transition from Steeler Country to Cajun Country has been an ongoing adventure. Follow this freelance writer as she finds her way in ...
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In June 2007, Angie Kay Dilmore and her family moved from their hometown of Pittsburgh, Pa. to Lake Charles, La. The transition from Steeler Country to Cajun Country has been an ongoing adventure. Follow this freelance writer as she finds her way in a new state, a new town. The adjustment is an ongoing adventure.
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As you know, its Mardi Gras season in this part of the world. It never occurred to me that I might want to go to a Mardi Gras Ball. Until we were invited to one. Well, Im all about new and interesting experiences. Last night we attended the Krewe of Mystiques 41st annual ball.
Since our arrival to Louisiana over five years ago, Mardi Gras has been a source of curiosity, mystery, and bemusement for me. Ill be the first to admit that I dont get it. I thought maybe going to a ball would help enlighten me. But no, I still cant say I completely grasp the concept. But a few words come to mind. Grand pageantry. Indulgence. Aching feet. Kind of felt like a prom for grown-ups. I daresay, Bob and I hadnt been that dressed up since our wedding over 20 years ago. I loved having an excuse to wear some vintage jewelry that had belonged to Bobs grandmothers, given to me by my mother-in-law. Nor had Bob and I ever danced that much. Ever.
 
Yesterday afternoon, I had my hair put in an up-do. There was enough hairspray and bobbie pins in my hair last night to hold together a haystack in a hurricane.
 
When we got home, Bob and I spent an unduly amount of time pulling them all out. I counted 67 bobbie pins.
So, you know, I dont know much about Mardi Gras protocol, but Id been told by a friend who attends no less than a dozen balls each season, maybe more, that its not totally unheard of to crash other balls. The Buccaneers were having their ball in the Civic Center room right below Mystiques. I knew some friends there, so I thought wed go say Hi. Just briefly, right? But yeah, um . . . no. We were promptly but politely asked to leave. We didnt realize that no one is allowed at the Buccaneer Ball unless they are wearing proper pirate attire.Wheres an eye patch and a wench corset when you need one, huh.
Our friend Cissie McLeod, who also happened to be crowned Queen last night, graciously invited us to the ball. Her gown was exquisite. I wish wed taken a photo before she took the mantle (the large ornate collar) off. She looked absolutely radiant and presided over her subjects with appropriate aplomb.
 
Here she is with two of her three daughters, Sara (L) and Martha.
 
Indeed, all the costumes were positively delightful all colorful and sparkly and feathery. I especially loved this costume. I wish she would have held her mask up, but she is holding it down. Shes standing with our friend, Mark Judson, the Queens son-in-law and Saras husband.
 Happy Mardi Gras!

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