...Now that Captain Isa is thoroughly trashed, after hiding in the rum hold for 2 days, she decides the services of the Martini Blimp are required once again. Captain Isa also has a feeling that the next birthday wishes recipient hasn't had more than a glass of wine here and there in several months. Besides, the blimp's Musak machine is on the fritz and there is no one better to fix it. Hey, she has experience after being in charge of the machine in the TP Martini Lounge over the years.
"Alright Mateys! Let's get this show on the road! It appears that volcanic ash cloud has moved away so we should have clear skies (sort of) for our trip. All aboard!" "Ah, Captain, are you sure about that cloud thing? The GPS says we'll run into trouble..." "The GPS says??? Are you kidding??? Where did we get GPS?? We're PIRATES!!" "Amazon.com, Captain. It was on sale." "Have you read the instructions, Matey?" "No Captain. It was on sale so no manual." "Okay... Well, let's hope we get there in time then..." With that the Martini Blimp, via GPS, sets a course to (now) places unidentified...
"Captain! I think we've arrived!" "Are we in Montreal?" "Montreal??? No. We're in Greenland." "Greenland? What the hell are we doing in Greenland? Get out the charts! We need to be in Montreal!" "Aye aye, Captain. Montreal it is..."
After several more hours spent trying to find the charts from 1786, the Martini Blimp finally sets down on top of the visitor's center at Monte Royale. As usual, the Captain and crew disembark but can't quite navigate getting down from the roof. Instead, they settle for tapping another barrel of rum and just doing what they always do...
I’ve been looking for you all of my life,
But I never ever knew it ‘til I saw you last night.
I can barely tell you how it made me feel.
When the world stopped moving and my heart stood still.
Take me away.
Come on, pretty baby, take me for a ride.
You don’t have to say it I can see it in your eyes.
Standing on the corner of Hiway 93,
Here comes the king of Zydeco in a black limousine.
Come on, pretty baby, come on take me away.
Make love with me baby each and every day.
This place means nothing to me,
Waiting for the end to come.
But when I saw you there,
I knew, I knew that you had to be the one
To make my life worth living,
Come on and take me away.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWEENA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here's hoping you have a wonderful birthday (May 15th) filled with family, friends, lots of food (have to keep up your strength with Sarah) and MARTINIS!!!!!!!! Make Rip babysit while you enjoy the day!!!!!
...Now that the crew is also trashed from tapping that latest barrel, everyone just keeps singing. And singing. And singing. And some of it in French. Bad French but French all the same...