One of my friends turned 30 last week, and since his wife is totally awesome, she organized a pirate party on a boat.  Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I pretty much salivate at the mouth anytime I have the opportunity to wear a costume, so I went all out.

The sad/amazing thing about my costume is that I already owned almost all of it.  The only thing I had to go out an procure was the WICKED AWESOME hat. 

We were all speculating as to the sweatiness level inside the plastic hook-hand…

Travis, the birthday boy,  looked appropriately piratey.

There was also a Somali pirate.

Time to drink.

And drink we did. 

See below for a picture of me when I am incandescently happy, even though my head appears to be resting on some sort of uncomfortable-looking metal access-door.  Sun, beer, and costumes!!!