SCHWASHBUCKLED!

The invitation read, "An Aristocratic Night on the Town." We got all dolled up, ready to rub elbows with the classy folk. An opera, perhaps? Our only hint was to dress "18th Century and formal." This left me wondering, but I decided on a little 1950's number. We could hardly wait to see what our "high society gentlemen" had planned for the evening!

Little did we know, our plans were thwarted by an unruly gang of pirates! Your eyes are not deceiving you. That is actually a pirate ship. What we thought would be an evening on the town among the classiest of the classy turned into a schwashbuckling of all schwabuckles! The "gentlemen" pulled up in a caravan of cars, with the pirate ship paramount. They threw us into the cars and wisked us away to the mecca of all pirate eateries-- Long John Silver's.

Aye, a rough bunch they were.

The gruff nature of the pirate life was starting wear off on me, even before the meal arrived on deck. I quite liked it...

But they sure knew how to treat a lady. We were served Long John Silver's finest...off of the coupon menu, of course. After a fish dinner, we were shipped off to New Life Ranch. We danced and sang around the campfire, like any good gathering of pirates and piratesses.

We were even treated to some pirate tales of the lost loves and lost limbs. The pirates never broke character! Amazing!

In the end, roasting marshmallows (pirates/college boys don't have money for chocolate and grahams...silly) with pirates isn't all that bad. An amazing time was had by all, aristocrat and pirate alike.

So, Dad acutally does work. Hmph. Interesting....

A day at the office with Dad.

justified napping