My friend and I just got back from a cruise yesterday and got slapped across the face by reality as soon as our feet stepped back on land. We fell off the grid for a few days into the true definition of the word 'vacation'. The only thing we had to worry about on the boat was what time we wanted to eat. We had such a good time that I'm already searching for the next one!
Lauren's plane got hit by lightening in Atlanta on the way to Jacksonville. (I know! Crazy! Right?!) But she was good and got in only a couple hours behind. We stayed with my aunt and uncle that night who was nice enough to take us to the port the next morning.
When we got on the boat, we didn't know what the hell we were supposed to do since neither of us had been on a cruise before. So, we followed the heard into the dining room and ate lunch there. The food the entire trip was mediocre to say the least. However, it was always available and the best part was that I didn't have to cook it! (Can I get an Amen!?!?)After that, we staked out our room and investigated the boat. Then, we plopped our happy asses in some lounge chairs on the back of the boat, ordered frozen drinks, and sailed away! Peace out, responsibility!
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F*ck Land, I'm on a Boat Motha F*cka!
I want to go on the next one. Sounds like a drunk fun time without little ones at the feet. Plus somethings wrong when one of my student's uses cuss words more than I do. To many hours of mickey mouse.
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