Aaargg!

Over the weekend, we were lucky enough to have received four tickets to our favorite college football game. We decided to bring along two of our closest friends, Mark and Heather. (To avoid confusion, we will refer to my Mark as "husband") The weather held out for us, and it ended up being a fantastic day for football, tailgating, and having no kids. After the game, we stopped at the closest Perkins for some dinner. Heather and I ordered club sandwiches, while Mark and husband decided that the "Captain's Catch" appealed to them more. This was a poor ideas on many levels. Seafood in a Perkins? In a town nowhere near the ocean? At 9:00 at night? (Well, there should be a law) The boys pretty much licked their plates clean, but did not eat the onion rings that came with them, because they didn't taste too good. Oh, the irony. Even Heather chowed down a couple "shrimp." I, however, stuck to my sandwich. Lucky for me, I hate seafood. After dinner, we paid our bills, jumped in the car, and drove...

...ten miles. Mark had to find a place to dock, unfortunately for him, the Captain was calling. Aaargg! Once we were back on the road, everyone seemed to be doing alright again. That changed quickly once we got back home. We all met up with some other friends for a couple drinks at the local bar. The Captain was now angry with Heather. Aaaargg! The captain's call quickly became the joke of the night, and bar for that matter. I don't think we got home until about 3 in the morning. We slept for three hours before the boys woke, and the Captain had some unfinished business with husband. AAAaarGGG!

The moral of the story? When in Rome, do as the Romans do, not as the Turkish.

Update: To anyone who has been visited by the same mysterious pirate, you may now get your souviner shirt at bustedtees.com, seen here --->