Of House and Home
I feel 100% better today, than I have been in a long time. Maybe, just maybe, I'm getting back in the swing of things. If all goes well, I'm planning on hitting up early rise yoga at 5:15 a.m., after cardio on the tred mill at 0430. I NEED to get back to my gym routine. Not only does it reduce stress, I just feel so much better.
I realised last night, that I have failed to write anything substantial about the cruise. I mean, I did a little big of conversation on the subject, but not the meat and potatoes of the whole ordeal. Not that it isn't just a big blur of my memory, but for some reason, I just never really have journaled about it.
Partly because the moment I set foot in the house, I was bombarded by tasks that needed to be completed, and my house-sitter felt it necessary to inform me of his medical problems, than ask me how my vacation was.
Kirk and I already booked for next year, though we both vowed to take a year off. The same room, on a ship that is currently being built. I'm not sure where we are crusing to exactly, and that information isn't important. The important thing is that I'm going again, and I'm quite excited about it.
Second time around, it was a family reunion. There were many of the same party animals on from the year before. Very comforting. My favorite couple was the old jewish man, and his friend from the Bronx. They can out chain-smoke and drink anyone.
Robert from Atlanta was yet another surprise. He was in on last years cruise, and a familiar face is always a good thing to have around.
This year I took costumes. Select items, that made a splash around the boat. Specifically the infamous 6 inch clear STILLETTOS, that I wore off and on during the day. They became my tradmark. On the last night-I wore them to dinner. Formal four course sit down dinner. Phenom. I'm imortalised in many many many other peoples photos.
The entire week was so enjoyable, relaxing, and gave me time to get away from hospital politics and the cell phone, and the internet, to just... be. I definately would say I have a new outlook on life, and am all the well because of it. I really drank and smoked way too much....
A gay cruise isn't for everyone. The question arises if the "secret circle" (my social group here in Rochester), would be interested in it. Interested, yes. The problem is financial, and these bad boy cruises are NOT cheap. It is comparable to 2 weeks in Europe, to give you an idea. But whatever. Its so worth it.
The most memorable experience? Dancing on the back of the boat, in a shortly lived down pour of rain, in the middle of the ocean, with a full moon giving light, with 1/2 dressed men, to "Its raining men".
That made me feel---just alive.
I realised last night, that I have failed to write anything substantial about the cruise. I mean, I did a little big of conversation on the subject, but not the meat and potatoes of the whole ordeal. Not that it isn't just a big blur of my memory, but for some reason, I just never really have journaled about it.
Partly because the moment I set foot in the house, I was bombarded by tasks that needed to be completed, and my house-sitter felt it necessary to inform me of his medical problems, than ask me how my vacation was.
Kirk and I already booked for next year, though we both vowed to take a year off. The same room, on a ship that is currently being built. I'm not sure where we are crusing to exactly, and that information isn't important. The important thing is that I'm going again, and I'm quite excited about it.
Second time around, it was a family reunion. There were many of the same party animals on from the year before. Very comforting. My favorite couple was the old jewish man, and his friend from the Bronx. They can out chain-smoke and drink anyone.
Robert from Atlanta was yet another surprise. He was in on last years cruise, and a familiar face is always a good thing to have around.
This year I took costumes. Select items, that made a splash around the boat. Specifically the infamous 6 inch clear STILLETTOS, that I wore off and on during the day. They became my tradmark. On the last night-I wore them to dinner. Formal four course sit down dinner. Phenom. I'm imortalised in many many many other peoples photos.
The entire week was so enjoyable, relaxing, and gave me time to get away from hospital politics and the cell phone, and the internet, to just... be. I definately would say I have a new outlook on life, and am all the well because of it. I really drank and smoked way too much....
A gay cruise isn't for everyone. The question arises if the "secret circle" (my social group here in Rochester), would be interested in it. Interested, yes. The problem is financial, and these bad boy cruises are NOT cheap. It is comparable to 2 weeks in Europe, to give you an idea. But whatever. Its so worth it.
The most memorable experience? Dancing on the back of the boat, in a shortly lived down pour of rain, in the middle of the ocean, with a full moon giving light, with 1/2 dressed men, to "Its raining men".
That made me feel---just alive.