So The Story Goes...

Raspberry Martini's followed by Strawberry Martini's, getting carded AGAIN, cute boys in Columbus but not as cute as the boys we were hanging out with, Pirate Carols at 3:15 in the morning, talk of floating an Aerobed in the swimming pool, Lion King sing-a-long and something about a long pre-dawn hike thru the Ozarks.
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What happens in Columbus, stays in Columbus.

Unless we blog about it first!


What She Said

I am totally 'borrowing' my buddy Jillian's blog entry. WHY embezzle? Cause I spent the last 3 hours helping my roomie  study for a Respiratory Therapy test, still have to shower and pack, and a certain young gentleman is waiting for a goodnite call.

Sooo...what she said goes for me.

TLAP weekend starts as soon as my plane lands in Columbus later on today!

Be ye ready?

                   

Avast mateys! Its TLAP time!!! Thats right lads and lassies, welcome to the official start of International Talk Like a Pirate weekend. There are several ways to celebrate this famed holiday and go on the account (join over, become a pirate); however I recommend doing it with rum, a few "aaarrrrrsss", and perhaps a drunken rendition of "A Pirate's Life for Me" aft ye has drunken . Me is doin' all three, in the exciting city of Columbus, with me buckos (savvy?) and my share of rum or grog (rum mixed with water) and splice the mainbrace (get drunk). Well blimey buckaroos, I am off to me cot - need some sleep for the upcoming weekend, but I felt a duty to start the weekend off right on me blog. Shiver me timbers, its gonna be a savvy time - be ye ready to surrender?

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,
Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.


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You are The Cap'n!



Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some slit the throats of any man that stands between them and the mantle of power. You never met a man you couldn't eviscerate. Not that mindless violence is the only avenue open to you - but why take an avenue when you have complete freeway access? You are the definitive Man of Action. You are James Bond in a blousy shirt and drawstring-fly pants. Your swash was buckled long ago and you have never been so sure of anything in your life as in your ability to bend everyone to your will. You will call anyone out and cut off their head if they show any sign of taking you on or backing down. You cannot be saddled with tedious underlings, but if one of your lieutenants shows an overly developed sense of ambition he may find more suitable accommodations in Davy Jones' locker. That is, of course, IF you notice him. You tend to be self absorbed - a weakness that may keep you from seeing enemies where they are and imagining them where they are not.




What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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