My Year With The Mouse

You know what I love? Bacon.

You know what else I love? Stumbling across something I’ve never seen before at Disneyland.

Like these guys:

Ahoy there! Pirates ahead!

It’s a singing band of pirates outside of Cafe Orleans!

Of course, the disadvantage of seeing something new is not knowing what their names are. So I posted on Micechat.com, and “RegionsBeyond” filled me in:

Those wandering musicians of a piratical nature would go by the moniker of the ‘Bootstrappers’, and are the absolute fiercest scallywags in the whole of the cursed kingdom of Diz-nay

I can’t even tell you how much I love that.

Yarrrrr, let's sing a song

We joined the small group of onlookers to watch the show. The Pirate Lady did most of the singing and some wonderful dances as well.

Pirate lady does Riverdance!

The group sang some traditional pirate songs, or what I assume are traditional pirate songs although having never been a pirate, I can’t say for sure. In true Disney fashion, there was an audience participation part at the end. It was a “clap clap.”

Put your hands together for pirates!

I only caught the last two songs, neither of which was “A Pirate’s Life For Me” or “What Do You Do With a Drunken Sailor” which pretty much rounds out my repertoire. But that’s probably okay, since I only know the chorus of those two songs anyway. I do like to pretend to sing along on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride, but it’s usually “Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me- ba da da ba dada ba dada ba da drink UP, me hearties, yo ho! Ba da ba ba da ba ba da ba ba ba ba, drink up, me hearties yo HO! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!”

Which is kinda close. If by kind of close you mean not at all.

Well, I try.

Also, I love it when people do this:

If I make myself really small and run quickly, I won't get in your picture

I don’t know why people do that, but I do it too. Even though chances are, you’re totally going to get in the picture anyway, and then you’re going to look all weird and someone is going to put you on their blog.

I hate it when that happens.