Happy Birthday Mr. Cook!

Today Mr. Earl {the cook} and I are going to his parents for a celebratory party of his birth, but the Mob has grown since yesterday. The above picture was taken just after we left for the Party, I left the Mate and the engineers behind to look after the ship, and lucky I did! what you cant see from the above picture is their faces.

Who knew Golfers could be so violent! {We have the Mate to thank for the pictures} we still can't figure out what these people want with us, although I suspect it has something to do with the holes with flags stuck in them that the ship is blocking access to.

After walking for an hour Mr. Earl and I found a friendly taxi cab driver {a rare instance in my experience} who pointed us towards North Palmer Road, where

Mr. Earls wife and children were scheduled to pick him up and drive him to his Parents. I asked Mr. Earl how old he was going to be, and he just smiled.

{I'm gonna guess around fifty, although he doesn't look it}

any way, we arrived at the pick up point unharmed, and I turned to go, but wait! whats this? you want me to come too? as the photographer no less?

why, I'd be delighted! I only found out after I embarked into the vehicle that I, the Great Sir Jacob, was to sit in the rear seat of the Automobile the entire four hours there and back. So my pictures of the journey will be from that perspective.

after embarking on our voyage, I remembered why I so despise Automobile travel, but luckily sleep overtook my quickly and when I awoke we had Arrived.

It was an interesting party, first, introductions.

Mrs. Earl, {Mr. Earls mother.} the source of Mr. Earls culinary ability, a former Chef with experience on the Italian riviera.

Mr. Earl Sr. The Retired Captain of the British flying æronauts, a team of British aviators.

And the birthday boy himself, Mr Earl Jr. Chief Cook of the

æroship H.M.Z. Peregrination. After an early dinner {6:00PM} of barbeque pork and potatoes, we played a rousing game of cribbage, followed by a riveting game of Yahtzee, which followed by the cake, {baked by Mrs Earl, } and iced cream {created by Dryers iced cream company of California} and then exchanged gifts, {cards mostly.} and then it was time to leave.

After we left the house we caught a cab back to the golf course where we left the Zeppelin. And where'd it go?

where are the golfers? where is my crew? where is my Zeppelin!?

And on that note I bid you

Good Day, and Best Regards.

Sir Jacob D. Fredrickson Esq.

Chief Executive Officer of SavetheCroissants.com,

Quite the High Ranking Official of Early Bird Productions, Inc.