At Sea, Making Trouble and The Only Friendships are Made on Cruise Ships
Okay, basically this whole series is about friends made while on vacation. Although this isn’t as snarky or even as sweet as some of my legitimate entries I still (obviously) think it’s an important aspect of dating to discuss.
These relationships might sounds simple and a little bit cheesy, but ultimately in these situations you are forced to fight boredom with strangers you randomly meet. Essentially it is the best blind date ever because everybody knows what they are getting into. Even if you have only have little in common, because you are constantly making adventures to fight the boredom, you are constantly creating the shared memories so things are no longer awkward.
This is the attitude I’ve learned to apply to all of my blind date situations. I try to put my best self out there and search for those few things I have in common so that time can pass a little bit faster.
Well onto my description of Day Four.
Day Four
After successfully reuniting with WW and finding a non-highschooler, Austin, as well as his cousin, the twin of Friday Night Light’s Landry, Dallas, I make plans to meet at my favorite café for lunch.
My always lovely Wing Woman is utterly hung-over, but the sun is shining, replacing all of the Vitamin D we lost over the winter, supplying us with energy.
So again our constant quest to battle boredom begins as we try to make trouble and find stuff to do. We obviously attend the belly-flop contest by the secret route I discovered with Abilene the night before (yes, somehow I abandoned my high school boy toy). Then we wander around, attempting to find the helicopter pad, which apparently is inaccessible to the general public. We, however, only discover this after doing several laps around the ship and entering (and very quickly exiting) several crew-only areas.
After walking approximately five miles we decide, or are forced to participate in a flash mob dance class by Austin and Dallas’ families. This is when I see my own mother, who like pre-teen, scampers away to avoid me. Whatever. (This is the point in which you analyze the relationship between my mother and me and how my lack of attention from my mother is why I constantly need approval from members of the opposite sex)
I meet WW, Dallas and Austin later on in the evening. I finally see Abilene after feeling mountains of guilt for leading on my teenaged puppy. So to redeem myself I invite him to go to the adult scavenger hunt. However, Abilene has found some other age-appropriate friends so he decides to meet with me later and opts out of karaoke.
WW, Dallas, Austin, my bro and I all go to karaoke together. Dallas and Austin’s sisters meet us shortly after. Oftentimes at these types of bars there is a group of drunken soldiers who scream and cheer and ultimately make those awful singers, whose only goal is to make it onto an American Idol montage, feel like they are rocking Madison Square Garden. Yes, we get the whole place to jam to horrible covers of R. Kelly and Styx (when you’re on a boat “come Sail Away” is somehow a favorite).
After reveling in the glories or Motown and the wonders 90’s bubblegum past, I go off to the scavenger hunt, crew in tow. As we enter I scream and dance which causes the activities director to ask me if I have imbibed too much tequila. Haha, I wish. Our team gains a glorious victory (with the aid of my bra and splits, of course). Then we go to the club where the St. Pat’s celebration begins. Some form of a messed-up river dance/Hispanic mash up plays.
Naturally I leave early with Dallas and Austin and we live to fight another day.
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