Kleptospoonia

Well, here were are, day 2 of the pirates covention in beautiful San Frandiego (well, it's not that beautiful, it's pretty much the same as where we come from)

Here's what happened so far:

Last night, after finally prying Lester from the karaoke bar, we hit the town. Seriously, we kept bonking into everything. It was just the 4 of us, as NoEyes Johnson had gone exploring earlier in the day. We went out to a great chinese food place, that had this aquarium thing with a fish in it, who kept swimming up to one corner as if to check on something. Everything was delicious, except the soup (is it just me, or does everyone hate wonton soup? I try to like it, but I don't like to be too wanton.) After that, we saw some award winning indie film I had never heard of, at a famous theater I didn't recognize, for a certain amount of time. After that, I don't really remember. I woke up with one of my toes missing.

YoHo Joe is scouring the convention for a new pair of pirate sunglasses. He won't tell us how he broke his, or what the difference is between pirate sun glasses and regular ones. PegLeg Pete got escorted to the hotel dungeon by security, after having been found when 400 spoons were found missing from the hotel kitchen (guess I shouldn't have posted that he'd been stealing them yesterday.) Lester's in the hotel pool. We haven't heard from NoEyes Johsnon. We figure, he probably tried to take the bus somewhere. We warned him. NoEyes has BSAD (BusScheduleApprehensionDisorder) which makes him want to take public transportation, but also means he can't figure out the confusing matrix of lines, schedules, routes, numbers and colors that make up the modern bus schedule. Also, he's pretty belligerent, so even if he asks for help he prolly won't get any. Who knows where he is? We know from experience that you have to wait 48 hours before reporting a missing person.

In the mean time, YoHo Joe was asked to host the swordfighting seminar, as the previous instructor had to go to the emergency room when a spoon got stuck in his eye. We try to prevent Joe from teaching, as he thrashes the students above the acceptable levels. Oh well, they're just students.

You wouldn't beleive how many people on the streets try to sell you treasure maps. You know how in LA, there's ussually all those people selling maps to movie stars homes? Well, at pirate conventions, its worse. I've ended up getting my own tray of maps to sell, so that the other sellers won't bug me. I made over $40! I wonder how many of the other map sellers are only doing it to prevent the other map sellers from talking to them?

As punishment for his kleptospoonia, the hotel security are making peg leg pete walk the plank. He's blindfolded, so they've told him he's walking into the ocean, and it's filled with sharks, alligators, and fork fish (who can sense people with spoon preferences, spoons being their natural enemy) even though really they're just gonna shove him in the swimming pool. I hope I have film in my camera.