I wore my kitty shoes, but put an eyepatch on one of them so it would be more pirate-y. Very dangerous pink kitty. I also wore a pirate t-shirt from Torrid and figured I was sufficiently pirated. Until the real pirates showed up. I was dramatically out-pirated by that group. (photo left)
I'm not sure you can see the fork-hand in the photo. It's a regular hook hand but with a fork instead of a hook. For the pirate who be tossin' a salad, arrrrrr.
Sea shanteys were sung and played on kazoos, Dennis manned the grill, Jon brought his fabulous guacamole, a baby got out of his diaper and ran around naked, people swam, bad pirate jokes were told, and it was a fine time. I had enough help with cleanup that I didn't dread getting out of bed this morning.
I have a metric buttload of food and beverages left over (surprise) but I'm sure that it will not go to waste. I don't have to buy Diet Crack at all for the next month, and the beer will be transferred to the next party, which I think will be Ryan's PumpkinFest. Yes, I do have about 6 bottles of Two-Buck Chuck left over. Surprise. We drank a mess of tequila, though. I guess the lure of Margarita in a Skull Cup was just too much to pass up.
St. Ned's Jr. High youth group pool party next weekend spontaneously got itself a pirate theme, as I'll be sending all the decorations and toys that way. Arrrrrrr!
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The pirate party kicked booty.
