Today is International Talk like a Pirate Day. Since this is a Saturday we at the office decided to embrace the holiday and dress up like pirates a day early. There was a good deal of participation across the office, which is unusual for such a strange, yet amazing holiday. The outfits were incredible, as some of us got really involved. I think my mom had as much fun putting together my outfit as I did wearing it.
Roz for some reason would not leave me alone. Every single time she had an opportunity to even attempt an attack she would! The nerve. Of course we as a group decided for the safety of the entire office we would give her a foam sword, so she wouldn’t hurt anybody, herself included. (There were no injuries by the end of the day.)
Of course we had parrots, because what would a Pirate party be without a parrot? And we brought some rum for the party because, again what would a pirate party be without rum? We had the essentials plus amazing costumes, what a good day. However, we did not intend for the parrot to get carried away and drink all of the Parrot rum. Is that breaking some sort of rule? Parrots drinking Parrot Bay. Get back to me on this because I'm a little confused.
I enjoyed my little taste of rum…(remember the boss reads this, so I only had a little.) I thought my Captain Morgan pose was pretty much phenomenal and I'm happy with it. Notice Roz attempting to stab me again, so glad it was a foam knife. As much as I enjoyed the (little amounts) of rum I really enjoyed the cupcakes. Kathleen always makes delicious baked goods for all of our celebrations and these cupcakes fit the bill and exceeded expectations.
Kathleen and I were probably the most authentically dressed, so naturally we decided to have a duel. Things were pretty even with the sword fighting, to the point where Kathleen thought she might win. Silly her, she didn’t expect me to cheat. It’s Pirate day, of course I’m going to cheat. I came prepared with a gun and I won. She tried to say I cheated, and my response was that I had a more authentic costume and she shouldn't be jealous.
Now on the drive to work I felt like Brad Hamilton (catch the reference, catch it) but then I thought, I’m dressed like a Pirate and you are not. I feel sorry for you, so stop giving me dirty looks at the stop light, because we both know you're jealous. Even better, if I attend a Pirate themed Halloween party later this year, I’m ready to go. I know my costume is legit, and I’m excited to wear it again.