Saturday 10/7/06

Slept in.
Ate at breakfast buffet again.
Got our sun on.
Went to a disembarkation meeting.
Back out in the sun.
Listened to the steel drum band sing "Who let the dogs out?!" "who-who-who-who-who?!"
Watched a really old leathery lady in an itty bitty bikini dance/ hunch the air. She was in the same place everyday. Doing the same dance. And holding her drink in the air the same way. Not sure if she ever went back to her room.
Found the seafood buffet. On the fucking 2nd to last day. Damnit.
Huge chocolate buffet for dessert.
Sun again.
Had a couple's appointment with Breta, a massage therapist from England. It was a couple's demo, where she taught us how to massage each other. It was awesome. We learned some bad ass techniques, that I don't remember anymore. Jim liked Breta because she said words like "bum" and "ars." We got a free bottle of awesome massage oil.
Nap.
Dinner at the Monet room. Got a picture of Arnel, our special waiter.
Back to room to pack.
We had to have our luggage outside the room before midnight.
Back to Toulouse Lautrec theater for the Talent Show.
The cruise director scouted out people in the Karaoke bars and made them perform.
There was Elton John, Madonna, Brit, Aretha Franklin, Jackson 5, etc...
Kinda dumb and embarrassing.
At the very end of the show, they announced that they had a special surprise for everyone. There was an actual fo real celebrity in the house. This person had been on the cruise ship the entire week with their family. The spot light went back and forth through the crowd. Who could it be? I was on the edge of my seat with anticipation, when the stoplight stopped at the table next to ours. It was Tito Jackson. He was on our cruise the whole time. Wow!
Then I was kinda, "so that's it?"
Back to room. :)


Sunday 11/8/06

Up early.
Looked out our window to see dirty thick funky TX water.
And so began my post-honeymoon depression.
Breakfast buffet. Hell yayerrr.
Called to disembark ship by color codes. I think we were turquoise.
Wandered aimlessly around TX cruise terminal looking for our color coded luggage.
Stood in a bunch of really long lines.
Went through customs.
Looked for our coach bus to take us back to the airport.
Found it.
Sat on the bus for 15 minutes before realizing that we were the only ones not wearing bright green matching Jesus t-shirts.
Found other bus.
The right one.
1 hour bus ride to Houston Airport.
Ate at a sketchy Mexican fast food place.
Sat in a massage chair. $1 for 3 minutes.
Had ice cream at organic ice cream place, but then ordered a bunch of unhealthy toppings. Lady behind the counter didn't hesitate to tell me so.
I think we had a 2 hour layover.
Saw the lead singer of Everclear sprinting through the airport. I swear.
Boarded Plane.
Layover in Atlanta.
Ate at Popeye's Chicken. (we ate a lot)
Boarded Plane.
Evansville Airport.
I automatically felt sluggish and fat and sick and short of breath.
Ginger picked us up.
We went home to a house full of awesome wedding gifts piled up in the livingroom. We rolled around in them up until last week.

The End