No, I haven't had a stroke.
It's INTERNATIONAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!
ITLAP Day is this Horsewoman's favorite holiday, second only to Halloween (and sometimes Arbor Day), and I cannot wait to celebrate tonight at my anual "Barrel o' Rum & Then Some!" Pirate Party.
Pirates have always been a friend of the Horsewomen. It's not surprising, really. For hunreds of years we've all been a bunch of really bad eggs together. Like Horsewomen, Pirates are awesome harbingers of evil and chaos AND they enjoy a good party and a really strong drink! In fact, in the great Cosmic Evil e-Dating Site of Evil, some of our best matches are Pirates -- Blackbeard, Captain Kidd, Captain Morgan, Jack Sparrow... And Anne Bonny is one of our favorite shopping partners! (Girl has an eye for boots that's been unmatched for more than 300 years.)
Because we can't plunder and pillage ALL the time, tonight we're taking a little breather and living it up, Davy Jones Locker style. Every year the girls and I chose a theme for the party that extends beyond just any old pirates. One year we did a "Barbary Coast" theme and served Moroccan food. Last year we did a Peter Pan theme and everyone came dressed as different characters and we decorated with clocks and crocodiles.
This year the theme is Island Rum Running!
The Deal: Other than dressing like a Caribbean Pirate, everyone brings their favorite rum drink mixer. I will hide three bottles of rum around the hovel. If you find it, it's YOURS!
The Decorations: Full blown tropical island. Palm trees. Tiki torches and bar. Sand pit.
The Food: Macadamia Nut-Crusted Chicken with Honey-Mustard Dip. Pineapple Upside Down Cake. Rum infused Fruit.
The Music: A mix of Pirate movie soundtracks (Pirates of the Caribbean - The Curse of the Black Pearl, The Black Swan, Treasure Island... Muppet Treasure Island...), Sea Shanties.
The Games: Poker, Black Jack, and a Treasure Hunt! (Scavanger hunt for gold coins of the chocolate variety.)
So come on all you landlubbers! Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen and set sail for Captain Famine's Humble Hovel, where the rum flows free and the wenches are friendly, and not a single scallywag goes home until we're all three sheets to the wind!