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Next Vacation

The world demands and I respond: Where shall we go for vacation together? (Yes, you two are my world)

My first thought: Snowboarding in Salt Lake City


My second thought: Barcelona

How about ... Februrary?

Really. Let's do this.

Majesty of the BOOZE

The weekend cruise to the Bahamas was such fun. It reaffirms my theory that cruising is all about the company you keep. Mathematically, the relationship looks something like this:

f(Fun)= travel buddies^2 + 10*amount of alcohol intake/savings from duty-free rum + 2*Ports of Call + quality of ship/2 - 1.38*losses at casinos
(I thought about this formula for at least five minutes; five minutes of purely justified procrastination. It was sweet.)

Day 1, Departure. We board and immediately head up to the café for lunch (buffet style). We explore the ship, participate in a mandatory safety drill, and watch Miami's skyline recede as the ship leaves the port.
After some nice sun-time and walking around, we spent the afternoon unpacking, chatting and thinking about dinner. There are 13 of us total, and each has his or her own agenda, but we all have one thing in common: food. Dinner time is always fun; since all the food is paid for, you can order as much as you want. Believe me, we took advantage of this; "Yes, I'll have the filet and the salmon. For dessert, I'll have the chocolate cake, key lime pie, and some ice cream. Please." We hit up the ship's 90's-esque nightclub for the rest of the evening. Essentially, cruising all comes down to this: eat, drink, sun, swim, dance/gamble/vice, repeat.

Day 2, Coco Cay, Bahamas. Private island with lots of sunshine, palm trees, rocks in the ocean, and did I mention sunshine?

Jenny and I went snorkeling (she had to persuade me and I am so glad she did), and 100's of fish surrounded us in the water. Jenny found a perfectly preserved sand-dollar, which I kept by shoving into my bikini top while snorkeling. Yes, there was enough spare space. We got back to the ship at 5pm, and got ready for dinner; it was formal night, which is sort of like prom minus the drama plus the alcohol. Afterwards, we changed and partied to some latin and reggae on the deck, in the rain. I was tossed around by my coworker, who apparently is a merengue king (I know this because old hispanic men standing around the dance floor high fived him like proud fathers). We stayed up again, till 4 a.m. Like I said, eat, drink, sun, swim, dance/gamble, repeat.

Day 3, Nassau, Bahamas. Shops are closed, but we walk around for a bit before hopping into a taxi ride to spend the day at the Atlantis Hotel. The driver insists that Atlantis has "The biggest aquarium in the world." and "some of the best restaurants in the WORLD." and "some of the largest pools IN THE WORLD!" By the end of the ride, we thought we were walking into the Guinness Book of World Records. When we got there finally, we hit the water - fun waves and a soft sandy beach. The sandiest IN THE WORLD.

After getting washed ashore and our suits filled with the stuff, we walked around the resort. The aquarium (aka huge fishtank) was super impressive, as we saw many sharks, barricudas, a 7 ft. wide stingray, schools of different fish, and the largest fish IN THE WORLD! (at least, that's what this sucker looked like to me). It reminded me why I dont like big fish. When I asked my friend how long she thought the fish was, she looked at her boyfriend and replied, "Well, at least as long as Ron's mom."

All in all, it was a superb cruise. The ship was decent, the rooms were tiny, the food was average, the pools were gross, but it was so much fun - it all comes down to the company you keep.

Casa Grande Hotel

Staying at the Casa Grande with Jenny #1 next week, located on 9th and Ocean Drive. I usually stay at the JW Marriott in downtown Miami, but because Jenny doesn't have car, what on earth is the point of staying in the financial district? This one is across the street from the famous South Beach.

The Casa Grande is great. All the rooms are one-bedroom suites, so they are rather large and have full kitchens, living rooms with stereo systems, and balconies in some of them. Last time I stayed there, it felt a bit like an apartment I would be renting.. made me feel less hoboesque than I usually do.

Mini-vacation

Let me make clear that my furry friend is the pervert (furvert if you wish), not me. If anything, I am the one being assaulted visually. Oh my gosh I need a life; I just claimed to be assaulted by a stuffed animal. Next topic, quick.

I am going on a cruise this weekend! Yes, another one, but not for work. This time, with 11 other people, six of whom I work with, one of them being one of my best friends (Jenny #1), and the others being significant others of my coworkers.


We are going on a 3-day cruise to the Bahamas, on the yuckiest ship in the fleet, the Majesty of the Seas. But, as my coworker put optimistically, "That's ok. I don't plan on being sober at any point this weekend. And, I'm wearing board shorts. Everywhere."

Will let ya'll know how it goes.

Do you believe?

Illustrative purposes only

I have a teddy bear that is alive.

It is in the back of my closet and I never touch it. But, everytime I search back there, I always find my teddy bear half naked, with its pants off. I swear, everytime I put its pants back on, but couple weeks later, it's half naked again!!!!! It is not only alive, it's also a pervert.

In remembrance.