Day 2 on the cruise…
3rd February, 2010 - Posted by Lyn Armstrong - 6 Comments
Sleep didn’t come easy on the first night. I tried to revert back to babyhood, thinking that the ship’s constant rocking was my mother rocking my cradle. But it didn’t work. Note to self…need to work on my visualization technique.
So just when my eyes finally closed, a knock sounded at the door.
“Breakfast!”
Geesh, was it 7.30am already?
I glance at my cell and it said 5am. Grrrr. I’m going to pounce on this waiter the moment he puts down my tray of goodies. After all, I don’t want him to spill my tea.
That would be rude.
I gave him my most deadly glare. For five in the morning, it wasn’t too hard with smudged make-up and wild tangle red hair. But he didn’t seem to notice, instead he smiled at me as if I was dressed for a cocktail party. Okay, that soothed my inner beast. God bless his blindness.
It was at this time I realized my ever faithful clock on my cell was wrong. For some reason it was showing Miami time rather than the middle of the ocean time, which happened to be 8am.
I asked my roomie, Kimberly, if she wanted breakky. She pulled the covers over her head and mumbled something I don’t think I should repeat online.
So without making too much noise (like a bull in a china store) I took the tray outside onto the balcony.
As I smeared cream cheese on a slightly burned but definitely cold bagel, my eyes scanned the endless ocean. I wondered if someone was swimming out there and needed help, would I really be able to see them.
So I looked harder.
Nope. No one out there.
Phew! I can stop stressing.
Then I wondered how many pirate ships had battled in these Caribbean waters. In my mind, they were all handsome like Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom instead of the smelly and dirty men they probably were. Maybe if I squint real hard, I can see the Black Pearl cutting through the blue waters…
Nope, nothing there but my sense of wishful imagination. God bless its little romantic heart.
I took a sip of OJ.
Bugger, it wasn’t freshly squeezed. LOL. Okay, some of the cruise tarnish was wearing off.
Then I wondered what happened when a whale or dolphin died? Do their spirits swim the ocean for all eternity, thinking they are still alive?
Wow, it was way too early to contemplate these issues.
Day Two (PM)
We had a fun-filled day of workshops in a relaxed atmosphere. Traci did her plotting workshop while Heather Graham, Karen Kendall, Mary Stella and myself did a panel on marketing. Everyone loved my marketing handout. Phew, I’m glad that was over. Now back to the serious work of drinking cocktails I can’t pronounce. ;0)
We went to the cocktail ballroom for free drinks. Aleka and myself drunk delicious blue cocktails (don’t remember the names, that’s how yummy they were). But they tasted like frozen blue icees.
We went up on the deck to watch the sun go down and eat the world’s best pizza. Or maybe it tasted so good because of the alcohol.
We retired to our prospective cabins to relax before the formal dinner.
I went outside and leaned against the balcony railing. It was so beautiful to watch the horizon. The fresh breeze tousling my long hair that seemed to frizz no matter how many times the hair iron sizzled it. The sound of the waves slapped against the ship as it cut through the warm waters. Suddenly, I heard a rowdy song being sang by a man, and then the familiar tinkling of sweet laughter.
Greg and Traci Hall were a few balconies down. Greg was singing a song and Traci giggled like a teen in love. Those two are so cute.
At the risk of annoying our cruising neighbors, we shouted jokes and gibes across to each other. It felt like college all over again.
Traci and I wished upon the first star of the night. I would tell you what I wished for but then it wouldn’t come true.
Then I tricked them into believing I saw a dolphin. Greg yelled I would burn in hell. From inside my cabin, Kimberly screamed out, “If Lyn’s going to hell it won’t be because of a dolphin.”
I love my friends. LOL.
Tomorrow we arrive at Mexico.
I can’t wait!
Posted on: February 3, 2010
Filed under: Miscellaneous
6 Comments
Kimberly
February 3rd, 2010 at 8:37 am
Yeah I don’t think you should put what I said online either.
Cute Blog.. Brought back memories of Whiskey Sours.
Mary Ricksen
February 3rd, 2010 at 11:07 am
I wanna know what Kimberly said!
(grin)
You are so right Gregg and Traci make the best couple. They radiate love. When people ask me if I know a successful couple, I think of them. Not monetarily, but emotionally, they are so connected. You can see the looks of love on their faces and in their words. It gives me hope that the world will always have lovers. Those two are like Bogey and Bacall. Love lives!!!
It sounds like the cruise was a total blast for you Lyn, and I am happy it was!
New Horizons are such a thrill. May the next two years of new horizons be the best ever, for you.
Allison Chase
February 3rd, 2010 at 12:57 pm
I love the picture of you, Lyn. You look so serene, like you were having a truly Zen moment.
Lyn Armstrong
February 3rd, 2010 at 1:22 pm
Thanks Mary. I wish you the same. ;0)
And thanks Lisa, I was feeling “Zen” at the moment. Or was it, Glen? LOL. Just kidding.
Lyn
xoxo
Traci
February 3rd, 2010 at 3:40 pm
Oh. My. God. LOLOLOL – I love that we get to be in love
But I swear I am not the mushy kind – you’ll notice it was Greg doing the singing, lol – and I’m easy (screeeching halt to those errant thoughts, lol) I will LAUGH at anything.
Lyn, great blog about the trip. I’m so sorry you came home sick! Sound sexy though…can I thank Kim again for the Whiskey Sours??? I never got to try the blue icee thing. Haha! Next time.
And Mary and Lisa will be there too!
Aleka Nakis
February 4th, 2010 at 6:56 pm
Just checked myresearch notes. Lyn, those concoctions we drank were Blue Margaritas!
Kim, the Whiskey Sours were on day 3. lol
The workshops ran so smooth, I love you guys for all of it.
Miss my cruising family.
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