Vacation Hangover

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Well, there was no Captain Steubing, and it was not the Love Boat, but we sure loved the boat that took us on vacation.  Here’s a random re-cap.

1.  No wi-fi and/or texting is a blessing.  The end.

2.  Just kidding!!!  There’s more!  Angel (pronounced “Ahn-HELL”) was our dinner waiter, and Marko was his assistant.  I learned halfway through the trip (and that was too late) that I should not ask Angel his opinion about more than one entree.  This is because he would proceed to bring me each. entree.  Five of us at the table, and we routinely had at least seven entrees on the table at one time.  By the end of the week it had progressed, we never arrived at dinner without at least one appetizer already on the table because he wanted us to have them, and it was not unusual for six or seven desserts to appear by the end.

3.  Related to #2 above, our rooms were on the 2nd deck.  The pool was on the 9th.  In an effort to stem the tide of flab resulting from #2, I did use the stairs almost exclusively.  16 steps to get from one deck to the other.  Yes, I counted.  Thankfully, the nearest bar was on the 4th deck.  But even with that, I managed to log at least 20 flights of those steps every day.  Because ping-pong on the 9th deck, that’s why.

4.  Don’t bother with the “Shopping Talk” before you dock.  It is interminable, and almost exclusively about the jewelry you can buy in port.  As with Angel and entrees, I realized this way too late, and was already committed to hunting down a couple of really cute, but expensive watches. Once in Bermuda, I was on a mission, I tell you.

5.  It’s true what they say.  Unplugging from the internet truly does unclutter your mind.  Think about how much multitasking your brain must do – how many times it must change gears, simply going from one friend’s FB status update to the next.  How many times do you click on a link they post to read about revolution in Egypt (of which I remained blissfully unaware) to the next link of a cat wearing a shark costume riding a roomba?  See?  I’ll bet you just clicked on that link.  And now your brain has to go from being all cuted out by that cat to reading my blatherings about my vacation.  Or maybe you didn’t come back…did you come back?  COME BAAAAAAAACK!!!!  Darn it.

6.  With my uncluttered mind, the only thing I could do between feeding my face and listening to the abundance of live music aboard was to either:

a.  read, or

b.  play Polar Bowler on my phone, since it was the only thing I could do on it that did not require internet.

Fighting the powerful pull of a polar bear shooting down a bowling alley made of ice,  I did manage to squeeze some reading in there.  Of an actual book.  With pages.  NOT on an electronic device.

7.  Here, I’m really letting my geek flag fly by confiding in you that the book I spent time reading was… “George Washington’s War (The Saga of the American Revolution)” by Robert Leckie.  My dad gave it to me with high recommendations, and, well, what the hell, right?  Amazingly written, its sentences have craploads of information in each one, which required me to actually read things more than one time.  If you know me, that is NOT my style – I’m kind of a speedy reader.  But I did read it slowly, and some of it several times over, because the writing was so beautiful and artistic.

It’s also filled with frikkin hilarious descriptions of the people in it.  Here’s how he paints Augusta, mother to (future King) George III.

Although Augusta was not beautiful or gracious, but plain with a long neck and awkward long arms, she was nevertheless well endowed with an amplitude of Germanic charms, both before and behind.

In other words, bag the face, but she had tits and ass.  The book surprised me on a regular basis with stuff like that, and I’m sure I raised a few eyebrows sitting by myself and snorting with laughter.  I only got to page 43 before vacation ended, but I will keep going, as I’ve got a renewed affection for reading a book rather than reading a Huffington Post article or a Buzzfeed list.

8.  Karaoke is hard.  No need to go into the sad, ugly details of that one.

9.  It was fun, fun, FUN having my niece, Katie, and her friend, Danielle onboard the ship with us!  (They had tickets – we didn’t smuggle them.)

10.  Most of the ship’s talent was extremely entertaining and skilled.  For example, one of the show nights had music by the decades, and the duo who sang “Bridge Over Troubled Waters” brought tears to my eyes, literally.  However, some of the ship’s performers lip-synced, which I found distracting and annoying.  And on a show night featuring Broadway music, I wanted to strangle whoever decided it was a good idea to change the time signatures of “A Boy Like That” from West Side Story.  Don’t – DO NOT – mess with Bernstein’s time signatures, is that understood?  Gah.

11.  I break the rules when my kids aren’t around.  One of the days in Bermuda Dave took them snorkeling, and I went to St. George to further geek out on history.  I walked all around by myself, taking in the whipping posts from the 1800s

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and brick-lined streets, and ended up at the Unfinished Church at the top of a hill.  They began building it in 1874, and abandoned it when they ran out of money.  Anywho, there was a flimsy sign that told me not to enter,

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but this other chick found a way in,

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and her cab driver seemed unconcerned,

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so, naturally, when she left I decided I couldn’t go back to the boat without trying to get inside this place, either.  I slunked around the outside of the church, and finding this weak point that would allow entry, I began to climb.

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I got a few scrapes, and landed a little harder than I would have liked, but I got in!  (Through the window behind me in the picture!)

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It was pretty.

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It was harder to get out than to get in, but I managed to climb up that gate a few pictures up and squeeze over the top.  And now I can say I’ve trespassed in a church.  Awwwww, yeah!

12.  Showers can be perplexing.  Picture a triangle 2′ x 2′ x whatever length that makes the 3rd side.  Then picture one of those shower heads at the end of a hose, propped up in a flimsy clip that was just a leeeeeeeettle too big for the hose.  Then picture it without warning popping out of that clip and flying (water on full-blast) all over the shower stall like a balloon with the air just let out of it.  That may have happened to me.  I cracked the code around 5 days into the cruise on how to keep it in the clip, but I still kept turning around to check it so it would know I was keeping my eye on it.  Also, picture, if you will, the act of shaving one’s legs in such a shower.  Somewhat akin to Ralph Maccio in The Karate Kid.  Only with a razor in one hand and a shower head whizzing all around you because it has popped out of its clip.

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(photo courtesy of www.myfoggybrain.com)

13.  I am totally going on another cruise.  The family was dreamy, the downtime was downtime, and the water was so, so blue.

 

  • http://lesliefmiller.blogspot.com Leslie F. Miller

    Glad you had fun! But really—thank you for the watch. (Now go read about my tits.)

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      I can only READ about your tits????

      • http://lesliefmiller.blogspot.com Leslie F. Miller
        • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

          Okay. I did, and commented. And so should everyone.

      • http://www.lesliefmiller.blogspot.com leslie f. miller

        Hmm. Not fishing, just no comment from you, which is why I didn’t know you saw.

        • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

          Just commented again. First one didn’t go through for some reason.

  • https://www.facebook.com/hollynyny Holly Rosen Fink

    My kids are dying to go on a cruise and you make it sound VERY enticing. We’re thinking next year for my husband’s big 50.

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      Do it. You will have a fantastic time! :)

  • http://donofalltrades.com donofalltrades

    Love it. I almost didn’t come back from the cat picture, but I thought what the hell. Thankfully I did, or I’d never have learned that Augusta was a butterface! Is that the right term? Anyway, your trip sounded awesome. Welcome back to reality.

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      lolol! Thank you! It’s been rough transitioning back – we’re still waiting for Angel to bring us more desserts… :)

  • http://gravatar.com/peekababy jessica @peekababy

    Glad to have your rule breaking bad self back in the online world :) You almost make being trapped on a boat without internet sound fun ;)

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      HEE – it actually WAS, Jessica, I swear!!!

  • http://www.thriftdiving.com Serena @ Thrift Diving

    Hey, Aliza! I miss running in to you at BlogHer ;) So I thought I would bump into you over here. Sounds like you had a great vacation! I do have to say that you should have been reading SMUT on the boat. That’s too serious of a read. Maybe something to get your “motors revving.” (Sorry, corny joke). HA!

    Serena

    Thrift Diving

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      That’s the thing, Serena – there is PLENTY of smut in the book – I just need a dictionary to figure out where it is!

  • http://www.bloggerfather.com bloggerfather

    I’ve never been on a cruise. From what I’ve seen on TV, though, if you didn’t sit at the Captain’s table, you weren’t really there.

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      Darn it. That’s what I was afraid of. My cabin wasn’t 2500 square feet, either. I was duped!

  • http://www.superheroesandteacups.com/ Cindy Howell

    This was a cruise to Bermuda, right? We took a Celebrity Cruise Line trip to Bermuda in 2004 and I swear to you our waiter was named Angel. No joke!

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      Yes, it was Bermuda! But it was on Royal Caribbean out of Baltimore! :) Same waiter? I wonder…

  • http://www.facebook.com/ciaran.blumenfeld Ciaran Blumenfeld

    So glad you had a great trip!

    • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/theworthingtonpost Aliza @ The Worthington Post

      Beyond great. :)


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