Church Dinner Done With, PotC Wank on the Horizon.

Well, once again, the Trinity Church dinner has come and gone--my three hours of waiting, busing, and setting tables is over with for another year. Now I just need to get the smell of fried crab cakes out of my clothes.

Heads up to all the PotC people on my friendslist who haven't been keeping a weather eye out: we pirate people have finally come up on fanfic_hate (and so close to our fandom's birthday, too). Time to batten down the hatches and hope any resultant wank blows over quickly.