Here we are celebrating Natl. Talk Like A Pirate Day.
My skull and cross bones flag flew at half mast today to honor those pirates that have gone before me and died for ...well, the right to loot and plunder... or something like that.
Usually I would try to shy away from holiday propagated by Dave Barry, but since this is one of those few holidays that allows, arg!, encourages you to drink like a Pirate, then I think it is completely acceptable.
(Other acceptable binge drinking holidays include: New Years, Valentines Day, St. Patrick's Day, Wednesday, The Fourth of July, Memorial Day, Labor Day, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Cinco De Mayo, President's Day, Columbus Day, Black History Month, Women's History Month, Christmas in July, International Pi day, International Pie day, Administrative Assistant Day, etc.)
But wait there is more. Talk like a Pirate Day is also one of those few days where you can loudly shout at every woman by calling her a Bow-legged Wench and not fear some class action law suit — again.
There was a time when some friends took the Pirate theme fairly seriously...of course there may have been alcohol, drugs, goats and leisure suits involved, but we assigned each other Pirate Names none the less.
To this day I still insist that aboard my Pirate Ship I am only to be referred to as Jolly Green Giant. It made sense back then — again, alcohol drugs, goats and leisure suits, blah blah blah.
Avast, ye matey! To hearken and honor this sacred day of the Seven Seas, I offer you Concert pianist Wibi Soerjadi playing a Pirate jig — hook hand and all.