The princess arrived from Florida/St. Croix on day twelve, and my first impression was, she ain’t near as bad as her daddy lets on. She’s actually kinda sweet in her own special way, and has an accent that falls somewhere between early south and rap, with a twist of jolly old England lurking in there somewhere. It’s quite entertaining to listen to her talk. Read the rest of this entry »

Another day in the kitchen and at the domino table. Made an awesome apricot cobbler, messed up a batch of almond joy whatchacallits, cooked a great casserole for dinner, and got thrashed at the domino table again. Those guys show no mercy to this rookie dominoer. (<— new word) Read the rest of this entry »

I spent most of day ten in the kitchen, but Ken remained on vacation. He’s one of the hardest workin guys I know, but when he clocks out, he clocks out!

Off the clock, and kickin back!

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I don’t know about the rest of my mates (that’s cruise talk for family and friends traveling together), but as we went through the final gyrations of the seven-day cruise, I was a bit depressed. We steamed along at full speed for seven days, then it seemed it was suddenly over. Goodbyes were sprinkled with hopeful we’ll-see-ya-again-soons, tempered with wondering if that were true. I tagged these mixed emotions as post partyun depression.

Ray Brown, wastin away at Margaritaville!

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When we left Cozumel, the sea was a bit rough; maybe not so to the seasoned sailor/cruiser, but to us landlubbers, it was mighty bumpy. The previous nights, we were gently rocked to sleep, but on this one, some of us were holding on to something as we bumped and thumped toward home. Read the rest of this entry »