My birthday was last Wednesday, and it was a fairly crap birthday. After work I went home and painted a wall, mowed the lawn, put a second coat of paint on the wall, had a slice of ice-cream cake and got a cool shirt from ACWF’s mom, put up our headboard, and then went to bed.
This past Monday my brother made up for all of that.
He had his present planned for me for about a month. He switched the date around a few times, but in the end he settled on the 19th to take me on a pirate cruise (scroll down) around Baltimore. On Talk Like a Pirate Day, no less.
When I met them down at the harbor they gave me a puffy pirate shirt, a pirate sword, an eyepatch, a pirate hat, a belt, a satchel full of booty, and a pistol.
We boarded and went straight for the bar. Being a pirate is much more fun when you’ve got booze in you.
Then a swarm of “pirates” boarded the ship. In reality it was one group that regularly sails with the ship, and the other group were Ren Fest nerds in for the evening (it being Talk Like a Pirate Day). The two groups didn’t seem to have done any type of rehearsal, but once we were out in the harbor, they settled down and mingled. We spent a good portion of the voyage sharing jokes with a few of the Ren Fest pirates. All in all, it was a good time, and it awesomely made up for the mowing, and the painting, and the general non-celebration on my actual birthday.
Now what you’ve been waiting for. A picture of me dressed as a pirate.
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