annathepiper | And OH YEAH! PIRATES!

Saturday night, thanks to

mamishka (a.k.a Cap'n Maggie Wiles), a huge crowd of us got together to go see Pirates of the Caribbean and much fun was had by all. Meems loaned me a colorful vest and a black skirt, and if you're gonna go see a pirate flick in garb while you have a broken arm, then by all means the way to do it is to have yer cap'n paint a skull an' crossbones on yer sling and give ye a hook fer yer hand. ;)

I was going around telling folks, "I be One-Handed Anna! And do ye be knowin' why I be called One-Handed Anna?" *beat* "Because I have one hand!"

kathrynt put an eyepatch on her forehead and told everybody it was for her Third Eye. And asserted that what was the fun of being an adult if you couldn't go to a movie dressed as a pirate?! Hee. And we had a wee pirate tot with us (though Wee Pirate Tot Sam mostly hid in his blanket), and

sistawendy as the obligatory damsel in distress, and Ivo showed up with a pirate t-shirt and called himself a software pirate.

Much fun with the movie as well. Amused reactions abounded amongst the other moviegoers, though the staff at the Cinerama were all sort of "yeah yeah right whatever". And we were also not the only ones in costume -- there was at least one child in the audience who had dressed up as well and who was amazed to see us. The guy who took my ticket wanted to know if the movie was more fun dressed up. And it was, though the movie hardly needed our help!

Johnny Depp was hysterical (my favorite line of his: "But... why is the RUM gone?"), Orlando Bloom was surprisingly dashing (and looks quite fetching with dark hair), the heroine whose actress's name eludes me was suitably brave and spunky, and there was swashing and buckling all over the place. Just enough of a light touch with the plotline to show that yeah, the folks at Disney put this one together. And, most importantly, ZOMBIE MONKEY! Hee hee hee hee.

The music kept reminding me of Gladiator, and this turned out to be because the same composer did the soundtrack. Hans Zimmer seems to be attending the John Williams School of Writing Movie Soundtracks By Stealing from Yourself and Others... but well hey, this WAS for a pirate flick. ;)

After, a couple of guys with a video camera came up to us and asked us to say a bunch of things like Arnold Schwarzenegger. First thing out of their mouths was a wry, "So, you all've just seen T3, right?" *snicker* Q satisfied this request and then some by singing bits of "What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor" in an Arnie accent.

Then it was determined that as we were a band of bloodthirsty pirates we required sustenance at a place that served rum. We therefore set sail to Mama's Mexican Restaurant, several blocks away ("because no one would look for pirates in a Mexican restaurant!"), and the amazing thing was that they actually seated sixteen people at that hour. While we were waiting, Tim amused himself tying up the aforementioned "captive".

Inside, I had two encounters of the wet kind. I had to go to the ladies' room, and on my way out to find the others I bumped into a passing waiter. The collision drenched my left arm and my velvet bag, but fortunately all that was spilled was water. And then, after I'd gotten settled down and comfy the waitress accidentally spilled MORE water on me.

Paul wanted to know if I'd come across any cursed Aztec gold lately, though maybe with a lesser curse that doomed me to have people spill stuff on me. And again with the Q: "The immortality gig is good, but I'm always wet!"

Finally, though, dinner. And conversation. And general merriment before returning to home port at last and well-deserved pirate slumber.

Yarrrrr.