Arrrr mateys, yesterday was International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Contrary to popular belief (on my hockey team, anyway), the day was not created on Facebook but was instead the creation of two rather bored guys way back in 1995.
At any rate, I find the whole thing moderately amusing and decided that I wanted to celebrate it this year. Thankfully, September 19 happened to fall on a Sunday, so I didn’t need to figure out how to be both professional AND pirate-y all at the same time. Might’ve been a challenge. No, I was lucky enough to be playing in a hockey tournament this weekend. Who better to rope into my plans but 13 grown women, most of whom are respectable people during the light of day?
First I had to decorate the locker room.
Then we had to decorate ourselves.
Then during our game, our captain led us in two cheers (alas, our assistant captain was not as enamored of Talking Like A Pirate as our captain was), both in pirate-ese. Staaaaarrrrrrm! Scoorrrrrrrre! Fortunately, we scored – twice, no less – and won the game against the dastardly (but not really) Ravens. There was something fitting about beating a team named after that kind of bird on Talk Like A Pirate Day.
If you want to get a small taste of talking like a pirate, even though the hallowed holiday has passed you by, there are a few fun things you can do.
- First, head into your Facebook account (if you have one). Click on Account, then Account Settings. Select the Language tab, and you can change your display language to English (Pirate).
- Want to search Google using a pirate-language interface? Right here.
- Translate text from English into pirate. One paragraph from this here blog reads: “Thar be this great list o’ 125 places t’ be havin’ a grog before ye sink t’Davy Jones’ locker, courtesy o’ All About Grog. ‘t be published way aft in 2008, but be a delightfully relevant list 2 voyages later (which I suppose be a good recommendation fer a list like this.)”
Will I celebrate again next year? We’ll see. In the meantime, I’ve got a big pirate-head balloon in my dining room, a bunch of unused pirate tattoos sitting around, and the memory of a “gun on my gun” floating in my head…