Pirate's Day rained out

The melee that everybody was looking forward to on Saturday turned into a crowd huddled under the canopy for the afternoon. Everyone who stuck around, that is. Given the lingering pandemic and the number of gropers in Hoofers, we weren't comfortable packed in under the canopy. People gradually trickled off until only a few die hard, or hard-up, "pirates" were left (see photo, obtained by one of our operatives), hoping they didn't dress up for nothing and that the weather would miraculously clear up and let them be scurvy after all. That is, openly scurvy.

Did pirates in the 1700s run below and huddle in the fetid cabin whenever it rained? Not likely, and definitely not when other vessels were nearby, loaded with silver and gold and jewels and harlots. But then, they didn't have Hoofer's rules either, like no sailing if there's any lightning. Yet, there was no lightning on Saturday, which makes us think a lot of people around here have been beaten into submission by all the new rules.

It is true that the red flag was up because storms were in the area, but can't we make an exception for special events like C-Cup and PD? Well, Pirate's Day wouldn't be much fun anyway without alcohol. I mean, sober pirates..? Aargh.

Speaking of rules, here's the latest--Hoofer Sailing Club's new lifejacket rule:

A lifejacket must be worn at all times in the bathtub at home because you might fall asleep, slip under, or just slip, and drown without it. To enforce this rule, we have installed surveillance cameras in your shower faucet.