There was a pirate party in Brooklyn this past weekend.
Our pretty pink cupcakes were ravaged by a group of rowdy swashbucklers.
Party animals? Yeah, we had those, too. A flock of geese flew over our backyard barbecue and used our grill-master for target practice. Good thing they kept on flying - we were in no mood to share our RiceCrispies cake with them after that.
Our pirate (birthday) queens presided over the gathering in gold cardboard crowns, we filled our skull-and-cross-bones plates with good food and Booty, and sangria flowed alongside conversation and laughter. The late-summer night air was warm but not too warm. We sat in folding chairs, looking up at the sky (you can see stars in Brooklyn!)
And it was a grand way to celebrate new homes, old friends, birthdays, and pirates.
(But not geese.)
Party animals? Yeah, we had those, too. A flock of geese flew over our backyard barbecue and used our grill-master for target practice. Good thing they kept on flying - we were in no mood to share our RiceCrispies cake with them after that.
Our pirate (birthday) queens presided over the gathering in gold cardboard crowns, we filled our skull-and-cross-bones plates with good food and Booty, and sangria flowed alongside conversation and laughter. The late-summer night air was warm but not too warm. We sat in folding chairs, looking up at the sky (you can see stars in Brooklyn!)
And it was a grand way to celebrate new homes, old friends, birthdays, and pirates.
(But not geese.)
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