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Two summers ago Ryan and I co-planned a Pirate Pool Party.
We got the idea from watching coverage of the Somali pirates on the news.
We asked guests to wear pirate accessories and a swimsuit. We picked one guest to hold captive in a blow-up raft in the middle of the pool. We gave everyone water guns and balloons and behaved liked five year olds all afternoon.
What I love about planning this with Ryan is that we both get really into the details. We made a pirate playlist on itunes, bought decorations, and even got tempoary tatoos for everyone.
Stand up me hardys, YO HO!
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