…and a bottle of rum.
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!!!