Heated, inarticulate*…and back
So I leave for a few days and I come back to find out that you’ve all been:
Okay. Let’s get the cruise out of the way.
Cruises were not intended for people like myself. Let’s review:
-I don’t drink.
-I don’t gamble.
-I don’t smoke.
-I’m not a big eater. (I gained two pounds: Me 1, the Buffet 0. Ha!)
-I am pretty big on the whole “sex” thing but since we shared a cabin with Casey, we’ll just call this one “not applicable at this time”.
-I’m not a “joiner”. Conga line? Meet Mr. Pepperspray.
-I don’t want my picture taken.
-I am not entertained by Las Vegas style “reviews”.
-I don’t like dressing up for formal dinners. (A rule for life: you should not have to dress better on your vacation than you have to for work. I wear shorts to work everyday. Class over)
-I don’t chit-chat with strangers or goggle and make comments about the exotic natives in their colorful indigenous garb.
Just give me a deck chair, a book, and five hours of good tanning-rays and nobody gets hurt.
Having said all that, we had an excellent time and I would do it all again.
What was the lowlight? How about sailing all night and then waking up in Mazatlan and this (I swear to God even if I don’t believe in Him) is the first thing that you see.
Consider the vacation mellow harshed.
*As for “heated and inarticulate” see here while I contact Harvard about lack of attribution by virgins.