Day Seven. A song that reminds you of an event. Well, dammit, I wish that I had read ahead. I would’ve posted the last one as this one. Oh well. We used to throw huge pirate parties in Orlando at this apartment that we called Apartment H. (figure that one out! Ha) Everyone would dress up in the best and worst pirate gear, dance, drink and eat. It was awesome. Well, at some point in the night, this song would tumble across the iPod and we would lock arms in a huge, wonky circle and sing this song. Not even sing. Scream, stomp and act out is more like it.
