August 09, 2006
The Social Event of the Yarrr: Part II
So, what can I say about Nicki's Pirate Block Party?
Let's see... I was almost sexually assaulted by her husband the minute I arrived. At least, I think I was. He was pretty drunk, and his vocabularly was not quite accurate, so he was either hitting on me, or asking me if I play volleyball.
Here is the kick-ass pirate flag that Nicki painted freehand:
She did it while the black material was laid flat on her garage floor. And when she lifted up the flag to hang it, the paint had seeped through, so there is a skull and crossbones on her garage floor! Officially making her the coolest person I know!
So, Nicki, whatcha gonna do with the flag now...?
Here's her garage (so you all can stalk her) and the pirate ship they built on top. Bear in mind, it was 100 degrees the weekend of the party, and her garage has a black tar roof.
On which they assembled another black flag, black sails, black crow's nest (or something) and black cannons. You have to admire that woman's dedication to house decorating. Thank God they won the Best House Award so no one had to die.
Here's a couple of the guests snarfing down my fabulous chocolate chip cookies:
Yes, I turned my oven on in 100 degree weather. That's how dedicated I am to chocolate, in all its various incarnations.
(Note the cannon in the lower right-hand corner. Dad's.)
Nicki's many tropical-themed contributions to the grub included an idea she got off the internet: Rum-Soaked Marshmallow-Pineapple-Banana-K-Bobs. But when she put them on the grill, the marshmallows incinerated before the fruit even got warm. I don't think it was a home-tested recipe. So we ate them raw, and they rocked.
And the guest of honor, the namesake of The Salty Beagle, the numbnut who wore a fur coat to a block party in July -- Charlie:
I wore a pirate t-shirt and shorts. I wanted to go in full pirate regalia, but I didn't want my liquifying body to pool in my leather boots.
Nicki's husband wore no fewer than SIX different outfits thoughout the course of the afternoon and evening. Cher was like, "Dude, what's with all the costume changes?"
Also? This "temporary" pirate tattoo is still desperately clinging to my leg. I'm starting to suspect that it's some kind of supernatural brand, and I've been marked to play a prominent part in the coming revolution. Which I always thought would include aliens and/or Freemasons. Who'd've thunk it would be pirates?
Comments
The block party was growing a little hazy for me, thanks for the follow-up, bringing it all rushing back to clarity. Charlie said he will forgive you the numbnut comment. I'm sure Nicki considered shaving a skull and cross bones into his fur, and I'm sure at the time I shot it down. I'm glad you came to the shin-dig. You shall remain a permanent member of my SmellyPirateHooker super-secret club.
We'll be pillaging soon, I'll keep you informed.
Posted by: Vicki at August 9, 2006 03:51 PM
OH MY GOD! The bigger the word temporary, the longer they stay!! I learned this the hard way when I let my kids tatoo my forehead!
Posted by: elle at August 9, 2006 07:40 PM
Forehead. Tattoo.
Let this be a warning to you all!
*snicker*
Posted by: Wenchie at August 9, 2006 07:51 PM