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Today was just so awe inspiring I don't know what to write about. We visited my uncle, and for fucks sake, theres a security clearance gate to get into his neighborhood! But no, I'll go through the first couple days of the cruise. Saturday was clearly the most exciting, but I have to build suspense, so I'll just start at Thursday and see how far we get. Ready for the lj cut?
Ah, thursday, the day we got on the boat. This is when I found out that all the food was free and that Valvoline was going to pay for all my drinks, but I found out so much more than that. A quick walk around and you noticed there were tenfold the number of bars as buffets. An entire deck housed the casino that would open as soon as we hit international waters. But more, oh so much more than this, I found out there was a topless deck. Given the people that informed me of this glorious attraction I though it was a twisted joke, but there was in fact a nice sunny patio with warning signs adorning its access stairs. But for reasons of my own the only time I was on this patio was in the wee hours of the morning. Moving on... I was feeling rather ill thursday afternoon. Probably environmental factors, going from cold dry milwaukee to hot humid sunny florida did a number on me. I though I'd lie down, take a nap, relax in the air conditioned room, but my dad informed me of the company "pep rally", a bunch of inspirational guys yelling "yea, we did great, lets do better next year", and he mentioned that they'd be handing out drinks. Literally, guys with trays of alcohol simply handing it to you for no charge. Five minutes later we're at the bar and my dad asks what I'd like. The extent of my experience with mixed drinks is whatever hard liquor is available with whatever soda or juice is available, so I let my dad order for me. First drink of the cruise is a Manhattan, bourbon and vermouth. Amazing drink (aren't they all amazing though), Sam would love its. Reminiscent of an exceptionally smooth whiskey, just a glass of hard liquor. Then we meander our way to the seats while hors d'oeuvre and drinks are being served. I emptied a glass whenever a waiter was on his way. I had rum with red stuff, rum with blue stuff, rum with yellow stuff, just lots of rum. They finish they're meeting, we go get slacks on for the fancy dinner, and one of the gentleman at our dining table wants to order a bottle of wine with the meal, so I get more to drink, then my dad thought I might like a martini, so I got that to drink. If you've ever siphoned gas, you might like martinis. I had only had gin once before and it was dirt cheap, so I thought maybe this would be better, but it still tasted like gasoline. So my dad ordered an amerato and coke. With all this drinking on top of my ailments, I was getting queazy before I was getting drunk, a sad state of affairs. I had to politely excuse myself to find the bathroom, up a flight of stairs and down the hallway. I just stood up straight, sucked it up, and coordinated the violent upheavals with the loudest part of the flush. Washed my hands, had a cup of water, went back downstairs and polished off the rest of my wine. Doug didn't celebrate thursday night, he had some complimentary tylenol pm, a glass of water, and a nice rest.
Guess I'll only get through thursday this sitting, but I'll be back.
Ah, thursday, the day we got on the boat. This is when I found out that all the food was free and that Valvoline was going to pay for all my drinks, but I found out so much more than that. A quick walk around and you noticed there were tenfold the number of bars as buffets. An entire deck housed the casino that would open as soon as we hit international waters. But more, oh so much more than this, I found out there was a topless deck. Given the people that informed me of this glorious attraction I though it was a twisted joke, but there was in fact a nice sunny patio with warning signs adorning its access stairs. But for reasons of my own the only time I was on this patio was in the wee hours of the morning. Moving on... I was feeling rather ill thursday afternoon. Probably environmental factors, going from cold dry milwaukee to hot humid sunny florida did a number on me. I though I'd lie down, take a nap, relax in the air conditioned room, but my dad informed me of the company "pep rally", a bunch of inspirational guys yelling "yea, we did great, lets do better next year", and he mentioned that they'd be handing out drinks. Literally, guys with trays of alcohol simply handing it to you for no charge. Five minutes later we're at the bar and my dad asks what I'd like. The extent of my experience with mixed drinks is whatever hard liquor is available with whatever soda or juice is available, so I let my dad order for me. First drink of the cruise is a Manhattan, bourbon and vermouth. Amazing drink (aren't they all amazing though), Sam would love its. Reminiscent of an exceptionally smooth whiskey, just a glass of hard liquor. Then we meander our way to the seats while hors d'oeuvre and drinks are being served. I emptied a glass whenever a waiter was on his way. I had rum with red stuff, rum with blue stuff, rum with yellow stuff, just lots of rum. They finish they're meeting, we go get slacks on for the fancy dinner, and one of the gentleman at our dining table wants to order a bottle of wine with the meal, so I get more to drink, then my dad thought I might like a martini, so I got that to drink. If you've ever siphoned gas, you might like martinis. I had only had gin once before and it was dirt cheap, so I thought maybe this would be better, but it still tasted like gasoline. So my dad ordered an amerato and coke. With all this drinking on top of my ailments, I was getting queazy before I was getting drunk, a sad state of affairs. I had to politely excuse myself to find the bathroom, up a flight of stairs and down the hallway. I just stood up straight, sucked it up, and coordinated the violent upheavals with the loudest part of the flush. Washed my hands, had a cup of water, went back downstairs and polished off the rest of my wine. Doug didn't celebrate thursday night, he had some complimentary tylenol pm, a glass of water, and a nice rest.
Guess I'll only get through thursday this sitting, but I'll be back.