I had a fabulous time in Stacy's movie today. It's been way too long since I sat around and laughed myself sick with sober people - since Chicago, in fact - and it blew away a great deal of stress that had secretly accumulated to my psyche like an invisible crust. Being Pregnant Pete (we were all named Pete) was everything I'd hoped it would be.

(Except for the part when I had to pee in the bushes beside the road. That kind of sucked. Big props to Noizangel for offering to help me, humiliating though that prospect was. I didn't accept, but I was grateful.)

Of course, I probably looked real stupid in every frame, because I just couldn't stop laughing. I don't laugh in a particularly dignified way, but I suppose that if Stacy wanted dignified pirates, she'd be shooting a whole different movie.

I find it astounding that I could have that much fun with people whom, for the most part, I barely know. I need new acquaintances, obviously.