A Pirate Hat

So Saturday night in The Big Easy after experiencing the whole “sloshed on Bourbon St” (which means rain + alcohol both) we headed back to the Prince Conti Hotel. I was sitting on the floor laughing or something (probably fell off the bed I’m sure) and was moving clothes etc around in my bags. Just so happens that my bra and red boy short panties were on the chair next to me. My BFF Kas (Southern Bella’s Ways To Save) was telling a story and apparently the bra/panties caught her attention AND she thought it was a pirate hat. Yes she obsessed with Disney and she obviously drank a little too much. We laughed about this for a good thirty minutes until I decided to go ahead and throw it on. You know wear the “pirate hat” in a drunken haze.

So alas, I’m just going to have to go with it’s not a pirate hat but a drunken WTF hat.

brittany pirate hat

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About Brittany

Brittany is an avid lover of music, history and writing. She considers blogging a platform of writing and has done so now for two years. She has three kids, a husband, two dogs and bad credit.

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