It's time for the truth to be told my friends. Mardi Gras is a famous celebration all across the world. However, only a certain number of people have experienced the "good times rolling." Here in the United States, the Big Easy is known for its celebration of Mardi Gras. Yes, New Orleans, Louisiana, is known for its bleeding gold, purple, and green colors that decorate the French Quarter throughout the year, especially during the weeks leading up to the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday (also known as Fat Tuesday). The days consist of numerous parades with floats displaying unique themes and designs. Music fills the streets as local bands take part in the celebration. Indeed, New Orleans knows a thing or two about Mardi Gras. This comes to no surprise to anyone who thinks that Mardi Gras originated in the Big Easy. Here's the kicker, though: Mardi Gras didn't start in New Orleans.

That's right. Two brothers by the names of Pierre Le Moyne d'Iberville and Jean-Baptiste Le Moyne de Bienville made their way over from France and established the great city of Mobile (FYI: it's pronounced mo-beel), Alabama, in 1702. The very next year, the first Mardi Gras celebration in America occurred in that little city down by the bay. In fact, Mardi Gras wasn't introduced to the city of New Orleans until nearly 130 years after it began in Mobile.

Most people can't point Mobile, Alabama, out on a map. It's only really known for a few tunnels and a leprechaun (if you want a laugh check this out).

However, Mobile deserves a lot of credit when it comes to Mardi Gras. It's the birthplace of a great tradition that still goes on in the city today. Anyone from Mobile bursts with pride when it comes to the city's culture and traditions. I would know because I am a Mobilian, born and raised. I have fond memories of Mardi Gras growing up and will stand by my city as the host of the original Mardi Gras. Don't get me wrong, New Orleans throws a heck of a party when it comes to Mardi Gras, but I think it's important to know where things got started. So next time you find yourself catching a handful of beads or yelling, "Throw me something, mister!" remember that little city down by the bay.

Laissez les bons temps rouler!