Invasion of the Girl Pirates

Pirate season drank to a close Friday, but not before the good ship Maryland was boarded by many a lady buccaneer (ladcaneer? bucanady?). Sure, there were a few guys (J Bones and Emili's spouse Jeremy and the tardy but eventually present Cor-dog) but they were so far outnumbered by the gals that several people noticed -- from the street before they even made it in the door.
We named a gnome, ordered pizza that took about a half hour a block to be delivered (and when it finally arrived the delivery guy all but threw the pies on the floor in a gesture of defeat) and trouted a wall (it looks like it came from straight on ...).
The bride returns Tuesday which means the flag has been furled and the rum keg stowed. Pirate season returns in the fall, but now you know what sort of treasure can be found at Kitchen Island.
Ahoy!

Fighting for VietGnome

Although the participation in the gnome-naming contest was much less than I'd hoped, a name WAS chosen. In honor of my former co-worker and giftor of the gnome (who will be the first to let you know she's Viet-born), the gnome's official name is Viet (as in Viet Gnome). Depending on the mood he will no doubt continue to be referred to as Gome Chomsky, Yermo or Josh Katz from Quiksilver.

In Case Ye Be Sailing Frisco Way

What happens when swashbuckling pirates crash beach blanket bingo? Find out.