Pirate's Log Book
Here be me photojournal for me visit at the State Fair. Ye be warned - lots and lots o' pictures be found herein.
Yarr!
Here, I be waitin' with the Captain on the Docks. Auntie Em and Auntie Kathy be a-pickin' us up, for we be not equipped with a landlubber transportation system.
I be covetin' them there pickles on a stick. Deep fried pickles, no less. The wenches did end up sharin' with me a little. Good thing, lest I yarr at all o' them fiercely.
I gots to pick me some Birthday swag. Me aunties gave me a loverly Vikings bandana, n' I sport it proudly (though I still be secretly cheerin' for the Seahawks). [captain's edit 09/19: After the performance of the Vikings in the first two games of the regular season - who could blame the poor boy!]
Go Vikings! Yarr!
This didn't seem to bad on approach. Nice ol' gentlemen inside, all happy to see me in me Aussieness n' me gear.
THAT is when I be a-realisin' I be in trouble! I'd been cheated! This was supposed to be FUN! No one had said anyffin' about VETS! AAAH! Thankfully they only petted me n' told me I be a good Pirate. Yarr. I was totally unprepared.
Look, lady, ye told me to find a bathroom. I found ye a bathroom. What be the problem here!.
Tryin' to blend into me surroundings. Great ninja pirates need to know how to be stealthy.
Grog! The sweet nectar o' life. Methinks the rootbeer the aunties n' the Captain were all a-swiggin' was better than me usual grog. Unfair.
I won a stuffed dragon at a game o' skill. 'course, I cheated. I'm a Pirate. Duh.
Ducks! Take, hold, give! I can do this game! I can! I won me a nifty stuffed lobster named Willy. Yarr.
Me with me swag, extra fierceness "on board" in the form of me two friends. Two nice ladies in wheelchairs asked to take a picture of me, n' I said I'd be honored.
Oh turkey on a stick, how I love thee. Come to meeeee... come to meeeeeee me pretty...
SCORE!
That there be a rough sea to navigate in.
I be supposed to navigate through that? Yarr...
There it be. In all its glory. Pirate-puppy heaven. Backlit against the dark skies, yarr, heaven, here it be. The friendly old lad behind the counter gave me me own Hot Dog on a Stick (and wrapped it up in the bill the Captain had handed him as a trade. Nice of him!
I let her do the talkin'. Mm. Hot Dog on a Stick.
< Glad tonight isn't me watch. I can barely stay awake. |
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Well, there ye be. Me adventures at the Minnesnowta State Fair. It was a fun day, but I slept for about two days afterwards. So many things to see! Too many things to smell! And, lo! Hot Dog on a Stick! I be hopin' to go back next year... |
