Day at Sea #1
As Brooke and Jessica just pointed out to me, it’s sort of pointless to blog about these days because literally nothing exciting happens. However, I feel sort of wrong if I don’t fill you in on nearly every detail of my fabulous trip, therefore, I’m going to fill this space with a whole lot of nothing. You have been warned.
Today, we slept in until noon (again) and went to lunch. Brooke and I completely forgot that we had signed up for a wine tasting at 3, so we showered so that we looked somewhat presentable and made it to the wine tasting just in time. We sat with a random group of people who were traveling together (a man, his mother, and the man’s wife’s best friend), and they were fabulous. They had excellent Southern accents, the best friend sounding a bit like Blanche from “Golden Girls” and looking like a younger version of Liza Minelli. Anyways, we tried a Sauvignon Blanc, a Chardonnay, a Pinot Noir, a Cabernet Sauvignon, and then a dessert Sauvignon Blanc. I liked them all, but what do I know. The man leading the tasting had the most ridiculous Italian accent on earth, and no one could understand him. I learned nothing. Oh well, we got a free shot glass out of it.
Then, Brooke and I headed up to the Sun Deck while Jessica hit the gym. It was freezing, but that didn’t stop us from drinking frozen Patron margaritas, provided by the one and only, Manu. He told us to come by where he works at night, Club Fusion (which by the way is nothing like what you would think it is from the name), and watch the Princess Pop Star competition. Brooke wanted me to sing in it, and I said I would, but I’m sure glad I didn’t. It was much more entertaining to watch…
The first contestant, Denise, sang some crazy long song that I had never heard, and did it beautifully, but no one could have guessed what was up next. Vlad, from Boston (or Russia, more like it), got up and sang the best rendition of “Livin’ La Vida Loca” anyone has ever sang. And of course, I can’t do it justice on here, but basically it sounded like The Count from Sesame Street singing Ricky Martin completely off beat. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life.
We headed up to Crooner’s after Vlad’s performance and listened to the crazy Martin Kaye, again. He has a different show every night, so I never feel bored. We saw our new acquaintances, Alex and Brent, along with some of their friends, and decided to go up to Skywalkers with them. It was going to be weird without Chris and Jack, but we had to give them a chance as well. We got up there just in time for the Electric Slide and the Cupid Shuffle, again, so perfect timing. We danced with them, and then I sat and talked with Brent for a bit because neither of us felt like dancing anymore. He’s a pretty interesting guy, but I won’t bore you with all that. We don’t really have to be awake early tomorrow, but Brooke and I are watching “When in Rome,” so ciao!
Today, we slept in until noon (again) and went to lunch. Brooke and I completely forgot that we had signed up for a wine tasting at 3, so we showered so that we looked somewhat presentable and made it to the wine tasting just in time. We sat with a random group of people who were traveling together (a man, his mother, and the man’s wife’s best friend), and they were fabulous. They had excellent Southern accents, the best friend sounding a bit like Blanche from “Golden Girls” and looking like a younger version of Liza Minelli. Anyways, we tried a Sauvignon Blanc, a Chardonnay, a Pinot Noir, a Cabernet Sauvignon, and then a dessert Sauvignon Blanc. I liked them all, but what do I know. The man leading the tasting had the most ridiculous Italian accent on earth, and no one could understand him. I learned nothing. Oh well, we got a free shot glass out of it.
Then, Brooke and I headed up to the Sun Deck while Jessica hit the gym. It was freezing, but that didn’t stop us from drinking frozen Patron margaritas, provided by the one and only, Manu. He told us to come by where he works at night, Club Fusion (which by the way is nothing like what you would think it is from the name), and watch the Princess Pop Star competition. Brooke wanted me to sing in it, and I said I would, but I’m sure glad I didn’t. It was much more entertaining to watch…
The first contestant, Denise, sang some crazy long song that I had never heard, and did it beautifully, but no one could have guessed what was up next. Vlad, from Boston (or Russia, more like it), got up and sang the best rendition of “Livin’ La Vida Loca” anyone has ever sang. And of course, I can’t do it justice on here, but basically it sounded like The Count from Sesame Street singing Ricky Martin completely off beat. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so hard in my life.
We headed up to Crooner’s after Vlad’s performance and listened to the crazy Martin Kaye, again. He has a different show every night, so I never feel bored. We saw our new acquaintances, Alex and Brent, along with some of their friends, and decided to go up to Skywalkers with them. It was going to be weird without Chris and Jack, but we had to give them a chance as well. We got up there just in time for the Electric Slide and the Cupid Shuffle, again, so perfect timing. We danced with them, and then I sat and talked with Brent for a bit because neither of us felt like dancing anymore. He’s a pretty interesting guy, but I won’t bore you with all that. We don’t really have to be awake early tomorrow, but Brooke and I are watching “When in Rome,” so ciao!
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