That particular summer I had signed up to perform as part of the Pirates Extravaganza! show at Busch Gardens, just about 20 minutes from my parents’ house. I had a clear and selfish reason for choosing this particular summer job—Katie Winchester. Katie and I had gone through school together since kindergarten. I’d never taken particular notice of her, but then she went away to college. She slimmed down, got herself a pair of fashionably funky square-rimmed glasses, and streaked her shoulder-length blond hair with flashes of bright pink. The new Katie Winchester was first revealed to me at Mickel’s Dairy—she was enjoying a low-fat vanilla custard over Memorial Day while visiting her family.
When my buddy Matt told me she was playing the Pirate Princess all summer long I knew what I had to do. I seriously began to ponder switching my major to theater come fall. Or maybe switching colleges entirely. It would depend on how the summer ended…
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
~MY SUMMER OF KATIE by Diane~
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God, I hate these stupid pirate games.
It was cute when we were kids. Especially in the pictures, where I'm 2, wearing a bandanna around my head and a scarf around my waist. Casey is 7, wearing one of Mom's blouses open at the neck. Derrick, 9, is waving a plastic cutlass and making me walk the plank while our oldest brother, Stephen, who's 12, looks on from under the brim of the big captain's hat.
Now that I'm 22, I'd kind of like to try dating for at least part of the weekends instead of just hanging out with family, but my brothers keep making me play pirates, and their games keep getting more elaborate. I have to play along, because they still make me walk the plank if I show any signs of mutiny, and I never learned to swim.
MY SUMMER OF KATIE
That particular summer I had signed up to perform as part of the Pirates Extravaganza! show at Busch Gardens, just about 20 minutes from my parents’ house. I had a clear and selfish reason for choosing this particular summer job—Katie Winchester. Katie and I had gone through school together since kindergarten. I’d never taken particular notice of her, but then she went away to college. She slimmed down, got herself a pair of fashionably funky square-rimmed glasses, and streaked her shoulder-length blond hair with flashes of bright pink. The new Katie Winchester was first revealed to me at Mickel’s Dairy—she was enjoying a low-fat vanilla custard over Memorial Day while visiting her family.
When my buddy Matt told me she was playing the Pirate Princess all summer long I knew what I had to do. I seriously began to ponder switching my major to theater come fall. Or maybe switching colleges entirely. It would depend on how the summer ended…
Backstage Graffiti
“There was a young pirate called Ford,
Who wooed children with skills of his sword,
But more than his acting,
His skill was attracting,
The kids through his dressing room door.”
This is the best damn gig I've had. Jeez, I get paid to stand around and act like an idiot.
I hate the damn kids, and the stupid Disney mascots. I swear, if one more snot-nosed twit comes up and asks if I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, I'll run him through the gizzard.
Ah, here we go. Hot moms, dressed to kill in halter tops. Their husbands are off with the kids on some vomit-inducing rides, leaving the babes to wander around eating ice cream. This is why I signed up to work at this dumb theme park.
I need to give her my come hither look. Mmmm, smokin' bedroom eyes, she's gonna come over and ask me to take her right here on the foredeck. Glad I put that rolled-up sock in my underwear.
Yeah, I'm gonna score, here she comes to get serviced by a pirate -- what a lusty wench.
"What? Uh, no, I'm not Captain Jack Sparrow. Sorry, what? Oh, the bathrooms are over there."
Arrgh.
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