Night at Sea
Last night was the captain’s welcome meal and “party,” so it was a formal night. We are all still jetlagged, so we didn’t want to really get all spruced up, as Brooke put it. They had a champagne fountain and complimentary champagne and mimosas for a bit, and we partook. And we made fools of ourselves on the cruise video giving a toast to the captain. Not in a we had too much to drink way and did something stupid, but in a the camera man was in our face with bright lights and asked us to toast to the captain and we didn’t say the same thing kind of way. Memorable.
We went to dinner and sat with, you guessed it, another couple of newlyweds. They were from outside of Vancouver and were so adorable as well. The woman was Eastern Indian and the man was Canadian, and they had been dating for 10 years, keeping it a secret from her family for 8 years. Crazy, but just adorable.
We made it back to P220 and wanted to pass out, even though it wasn’t even 10pm. However, our night went a little differently. Jessica half changed into her pajamas, but was also half wearing her dress, and was unpacking and organizing, taking over the entry way. I was in my bed with my eyemask as a headband and just looking like a wreck. And Brooke was reading, cuddling with her teddy bear, and wearing her retainer. The picture of contentment on the inside and loserville on the outside. There was a knock at the door and Jessica, being the closest and the only one not in bed, pushed her way through the clothes and shoes blocking the door. She pried the door open and a nice young lad in a tux was on the other side, who invited us to the hot tub to enjoy a nice glass of wine. We accepted, but wondered if he almost regretted it as he looked into the dungeon of girls who had checked in for the night. It was very enjoyable to finally talk to young people who were not married. They were both from Florida and are sophomores at Florida State. And they made me feel far older than I should. Which was not the best feeling the world, but hey, I couldn’t help it.
We went to dinner and sat with, you guessed it, another couple of newlyweds. They were from outside of Vancouver and were so adorable as well. The woman was Eastern Indian and the man was Canadian, and they had been dating for 10 years, keeping it a secret from her family for 8 years. Crazy, but just adorable.
We made it back to P220 and wanted to pass out, even though it wasn’t even 10pm. However, our night went a little differently. Jessica half changed into her pajamas, but was also half wearing her dress, and was unpacking and organizing, taking over the entry way. I was in my bed with my eyemask as a headband and just looking like a wreck. And Brooke was reading, cuddling with her teddy bear, and wearing her retainer. The picture of contentment on the inside and loserville on the outside. There was a knock at the door and Jessica, being the closest and the only one not in bed, pushed her way through the clothes and shoes blocking the door. She pried the door open and a nice young lad in a tux was on the other side, who invited us to the hot tub to enjoy a nice glass of wine. We accepted, but wondered if he almost regretted it as he looked into the dungeon of girls who had checked in for the night. It was very enjoyable to finally talk to young people who were not married. They were both from Florida and are sophomores at Florida State. And they made me feel far older than I should. Which was not the best feeling the world, but hey, I couldn’t help it.
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