So now I have the red hat and can wear it until it turns pink. And sailors can make fun of me!
12 February 2009
That Red Hat
It's been a while since I've talked about the "Red Hat". I had the good fortune of a rum-drinking crewmate who didn't wear hats. I'm a hat-wearing sailor who doesn't drink rum. And you needed to go to a rum party to get the hat. Hello synergy!
So now I have the red hat and can wear it until it turns pink. And sailors can make fun of me!
So now I have the red hat and can wear it until it turns pink. And sailors can make fun of me!
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That is one formidable hat.
You put it on, and - instant game face.
Phil has no red hat and he looks unassuming, affable, and totally approachable.
Of course he looks "unassuming, affable, and totally approachable", he's the guy with the rum, I'm the guy with the hat.
We have to wait until the hat turns pink before we make fun of you?
No need to wait to make fun of me...there's a good insult at every step along the spectrum probably.
Caribbean sailors were drinking Mount Gay Barbados rum long before it became popular with the wannabees.
Hell, we "wannabees" don't give a fig for your rum. We just want the red hats.
Well, an insult is not the same as fun, so I'll not step on your spectrum so easily. However, congrats on that Pac Cup news. Very exciting!
Anonymous, when did the Caribbean sailors start wearing the hats?
By the time we'd drunk all the rum, we no longer could afford red hats.
Upon reading the title of this post, I thought about the organization of ladies of "a certain age" who, inspired by a poem, have determined to defy conventions: the Red Hat Society.
I have, however, never seen any of them wearing a Mount Gay Rum hat. I suppose that's too unconventional.
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