Well, it's that time again. This is that pirate bash I told many of you just one year ago. (It doesn't seem like it's been a year, but then my idea of how long a year is has been irrevocably altered due my seemingly unending time in Indiana.) Again, it's just another in a continuous string of street parties in this town. Apparently, back during the Age of Pirates, this guy named Jose Gaspar blew into town with a serious bug up his butt and raped and pillaged Tampa.
In honor of this estimable event, we hold an annual parade along Bayshore Blvd. (Go figure. Soon, I'll be expecting the Ronald Reagan Parade.) And nobody is even sure if Jose even really existed. Of course, that doesn't stop Florida. Heck, most of it's celebrated figures are fictional (and animals to boot). Every one of the radio stations in the area had their own stage with different acts. David Sanborn and Eddie Money played. Plus a lot of local acts.
Note: There was no raping nor pillaging that night reported. What do you think this is? Los Angeles?
