somebody's gotta catch those naughty pirates

Friday was a blast.
But Saturday was equally blasty.
Scott - or should I say Captain Meyer - and I had tickets to the Oktoberfest party thrown by the medicine students.
This year's theme: Pirate Life.
Going into this, I knew I didn't want to be a pirate. I mean, I love pirates and have loved pirates ever since I was forced to wear an eye patch for a couple years as a child and since Cap'n Billy visited the Morning Show on MPR. But EVERYONE and their mother was gonna dress up as a pirate, so I asked Marit for some alternative ideas. She sent me a list of about ten hilarious ideas and the one Scott and I chose was Navy Officers.

Somebody's gotta catch those naughty pirates, right?!

We found some insane-o Russian navy coats at the army surplus store in town and made "Pirate Patrol" signs to put on our backs in case people didn't get it. We looked fantastic and we got loads of postive feedback.
The party was packed and we ran into some other friends and danced til our feet fell off. (Or at least my toe-nail's about to fall off after approx. sixty pirates stepped on me on the dance floor. Oh well, it hurts to be awesome.)

However, the most highly hilarious part of the night was when we got on the bus from the pre-party going to the University. The ENTIRE back half of the bus was FILLED with pirates and when Captain Meyer and I got on everyone screamed and went nuts. ARRRRGGHHH! Then we charged through the crowd and started pretending like we were gonna arrest 'em all. They loved it. (Exhibit A)



Exhibit A (left)

Don't worry Mom and Dad, I only had two beers the whole night. I promise :-)