When I think of Pilgrims, I think of dorky clothing, shattered illusions and a defeated pizza boy. If you’re thinking something along the lines of “What now, Kristi? More dumbassery, hijinx and single-year shenanigans?” Well, yeah, sortof. I told you that 37 years is a lot of years. Anyway, in case you were wondering, I know what Pilgrims are. I even Googled the difference between them and Puritans to make sure I knew which was which. I won’t bore you with the details because you, too, have Google at your fingertips and frankly, the details of history that does not include me isn’t really my specialty.
This was popular apparel, apparently. I think that this realistic rendition of historical dress for Pilgrims speaks for itself.
When I was a child, and heard about Plymouth Rock, I assumed that it was majestic and incredible.
In 2006, I saw Plymouth Rock in real life. It’s not majestic, or incredible. In fact, it’s so small that they built a wall around it. I’m assuming that this is so a bunch of drunken frat boys are not able to haul it away. Because it’s small enough to haul away.
I don’t know who that girl is wondering the same thing that I wondered, but my guess is that pretty much everybody is surprised and disappointed when they see the Real Plymouth Rock for the first (and last because why go back?) time.
Defeated Pizza Boy.
When I hear the word “Pilgrims,” which reminds me of Plymouth Rock, I also think about a defeated pizza boy. My friend Jen and I were in Boston for a work trip and ended up at a bar across the parking lot from our hotel after a hard day of work manning a golf tournament.
Anyway, fun was had and at some point during the evening, we met a pizza boy at the bar. He promised to meet us at the hotel later and bring free pizza. The thought of free pizza goes down really well when you’ve been drinking in a bar with work friends for six or seven hours. Anyway, my friend and I headed back to the hotel at one point. The one that was in the same parking lot as the bar. We got lost. So lost, in fact, that we had to sit down. In the parking lot. By the time we got to the hotel and found him waiting hopefully with his free pizza, we had to send him on his way. Turns out, he was hoping that the pizza wouldn’t actually be free, if you know what I mean. Obviously too tired to have any type of give-and-take exchange, being as we had to sit down in the parking lot to rest on the way back and all, meant that his hopes were defeated. He took his free pizza with him.
Do you remember learning about Plymouth Rock and Pilgrims? What did you think?
This has been a Finish the Sentence Friday post.
I chose: Pilgrims. Dorky clothing and shattered illusions. And a defeated pizza boy.
The original topic was what we’re thankful for being as Turkey Day is next week in the US and all, but knowing that some of us also participate in Ten Things of Thankful, created by the fab Lizzi the Considerer, Kate from Another Bottle of Whine gave an alternate topic, thank goodness.