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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Yo Ho

As promised, pictures from Saturday night's pirate birthday party. Photos by the always-energetic, highly skilled, available for weddings and bar-mitzvahs, -- and dare I say, good friend? -- Dave Difuntorum. The guy's one of them camera whatdyacallems... virtuosos.


It was a joint party, for Meredith and Jon, sister and brother duo whose birthdays are close, turning 30 and 34 respectively.





Meredith (right) officiates the parrot-naming contest. As you can see, we assembled a papercraft parrot to sit on her shoulder for the evening. The finalist names on the authentic high-seas markerboard behind her:

  • Vivian
  • Humperdink
  • Brian the Bird
  • Eye Patchless
  • Legless Lenny

Legless Lenny was the overwhelming favARRRite. Here, you can see why:



Cap'n Jon
is probably not as drunk as he appears.



To the right is busty wench, Alison, Jon's lovely wife, and plotter extraordinaire. The entire evening would have been four people drinking Tab in our living room without her piratical wiles.

The smile, I believe, indicates some manner of skulduggery.

In a room full of captains and stylish swashbucklers, I dressed as a mere swabbie. Nearly every picture Dave took of me involves my mouth perilously wide open, as though I am so scurvy-ridden, I am preparing to eat an orange whole.

That's me on the left, with my friend, John, who did not dress up. As punishment, he does not get his name bolded.


We would have made him walk the plank if it had not been 40 degrees outside. I mean, we're pirates, but that's just cruel.










I would also like to point out that I am shedding my tradition of "Internet paranoia" here. I have had a long-standing rule not to post pictures of myself or family, and not to mention my last name on this site. So as to avoid complications.

Today, I'm chucking that rule because 1) BlogaDay is ravenous for content, and I don't have enough considered, cooly detached opinions on things to fill space without talking about myself; and 2) anybody who means me harm probably already has enough ammo to do it from context clues in this blog. Really, being oblique here only prevents me from making new friends and reconnecting with old ones. I'm not so booked I don't need friends.

Arr, matey.

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