What's worse than Medieval Times' dinner and a "tournament"?

Pirate's Dinner Adventure, dinner and a pirate show.

Okay, actually I'm torn between thinking this is the stupidest idea ever, and wanting to go. Just once. Just to see what it's like.

My mother bought every single vehicle my parents have ever owned.

Mine too. Well, not dad's 'ghia, but I think that preceded her. My mom LOVES car shopping. She's been known to car shop with no intention of buying a car (I call her evil. "But I'm just trying to get an idea of what's out there! I might change my mind!")

I think she is planning on getting a new car soon. I'll get to hear all about it.

A friend of mine used to get the worst stereotypical "chicks don't know cars" attempted snow jobs when she went car shopping. I know it happens ( I tend to forestall it happening by knowing exactly what I want, so it's less shopping, more "gimme that and shut up,") but her stories are nuts. They stopped when she started introducing herself with "...and I used to build these." She was her own mechanic on her first couple of beaters and did, in fact, work on a GM assembly line. For 3 months.

Pirate's Dinner Adventure, dinner and a pirate show.

Somehow, the part of this that irritates me the most is that they serve you your piratical dinner on paper plates. What kind of lame-ass pirate feast doesn't serve its guests their meal on, at the very least, beat-up pewter platters or slabs of flatbread or pieces of wood from an old rum barrel, if not preferably gold-encrusted plates from the last Spanish galleon they swarmed, pillaged, and sank?

Lame, lame, lame.

Somehow, the part of this that irritates me the most is that they serve you your piratical dinner on paper plates.

The part that's irritating me is that they don't even make an attempt to justify their "pirate" dinner as something that pirates would eat. I'm not entirely sure what pirates would eat (though hardtack comes to mind), but you could convince me of either fish or some sort of heavily-spiced meat much sooner than you'd ever convince me that pirates ate brocolli.

Hil, heh. I didn't even notice what was on the paper plates, I was too busy being annoyed by the plates themselves.

Somehow, the part of this that irritates me the most is that they serve you your piratical dinner on paper plates. What kind of lame-ass pirate feast doesn't serve its guests their meal on, at the very least, beat-up pewter platters or slabs of flatbread or pieces of wood from an old rum barrel, if not preferably gold-encrusted plates from the last Spanish galleon they swarmed, pillaged, and sank?

Lame, lame, lame.

Someone should report them to the Guild.

Reminds me...I bought Owen two pirate shirts while we were in Puerto Rico. One is black with a simple skull & crossbones and says, "In real life, I'm a pirate" and the other is green with an elaborate piratey skull & crossbones.

They didn't have anything small enough to fit Liv.

Hm. The part that irritates me the most is the placement of the apostrophe. Unless they've only got one pirate, in which case it's more of an exhibition than an adventure.

Also, I got the distinct impression that the pirates are the bad guys. Where's the fun in that?

Biiig doggy meets little baby!

ETA: I did get a bit freaked out over the second pic, but the last one is adorable. Also, I never had dog meets kid issues as a little one, so I'm more on the "oh, so cute!" side instead of the "idiot parents trusting a dog around their kid!" side.

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Still mind-boggling.

The second picture really does crack me up. The baby looks perfectly cheery in the ensuing pictures, so with the thought of harm out of the way, I really want to howl.

Cute dog.