Thar be pirates!

Captain Blackheart – my favorite pirate

Marching in the French Quarter Fest parade

Yes, he’s wearing pink. He’s the infamous “Pink Pirate”.

They just look like trouble, don’t they?

A pirate’s gotta eat, you know.

Everyone needs a little Captain in them.

I think this speaks for itself.

The creativity of pirates.

A modern pirate and his iPhone, or iPatch as he calls it.

Isn’t it cute that they dressed alike?

A scurvy dog

Being a wench is hard on the boots!

Do you still wonder why this is fun?

God, country and pirates!

Put ’em in the brig!

Just a few of our scurvy mates

Me and my pirate

David’s motto

“Life’s pretty good, and why wouldn’t it be? I’m a pirate, after all.”
~Johnny Depp

I can’t begin to tell you everything about our piratical adventures but I will share a couple of amusing stories. On Saturday night all the pirates and wenches gathered for a bar crawl through the French Quarter. We divided into 4 groups of about 50 each, started in different locations and then were led on a tour of several bars, meeting up on Bourbon Street where we all recited a toast we had learned (one line per bar) and then threw beads to tourists from the balcony of Johnny White’s.

Our group had the *honor* of being accompanied by a brass band on our trek through the French Quarter. This wasn’t planned; they just showed up and decided to follow us. I kept thinking that while it was rather fun, they really weren’t playing that well and they kept playing the same song over and over. At one point we had all gathered outside one of the bars on the tour and watched as a wedding party and its band paraded down the street in front of us. I always enjoy watching these wedding parades with everyone waving their white handkerchiefs and dancing down the street. *Our* band suggested that they should challenge the other to a “battle of the bands” but fortunately for the wedding party, they didn’t pursue this plan.

It wasn’t until the following day, while sitting around with several pirate friends rehashing the weekend, that we found out why the band was a little different. Turns out they had all indulged in ‘shrooms just before deciding to join us. Ah, it all made sense.

The other funny story I can share (there are others I won’t!) took place Sunday. David and I were eating lunch at this fabulous new place, The Royal Street Deli. David overheard the waitress say something to another table of diners about being out of something because of the pirates. When she came by our table he asked her about it. Turns out they were completely out of hot sauce because the pirates had come through the night before and used all the hot sauce in their bloody marys. No hot sauce at a restaurant in New Orleans? I never would have believed it.

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