Yarr, Here be Pirates!

Yes, it's true! Talk like a pirate day was the 19th of September, the day my husband turned 21. What was I to do but hold him a piratey potluck party? After a nice long morning of breakfast -in- bed, more bed, and some cooking, friends started to arrive for the piratey festivities.

The socialist lobster had his share of attention, it being the day for the occassion. We drank grog (literally), ate candy apples, frozen potato salad, and many other good foods. We also sat around the coffee table and played a couple of strange board games. Overall, it was a great evening of drinking and laughter, followed by a nice, hearty sleep.
Aye, 'twas a beauty of an evening.