Now about that cruise

I went on the Norwegian Majesty a little bit over a week ago for Spring Break, and it's taken this long to gather my thoughts and stop feeling the motion of the ocean and bumping into shit. Around 30 of my closest buddies (and me) along with over a 100 other JMU kids took the boat by storm, taking passengers hostage and firebombing the captain's quarters.

The first few days were spent at sea, where the intelligent applied sunscreen sparingly and debunked the myth that "Italians don't burn." You see my friends, James suffered third degree burns on sixty percent of his body causing an emergency stop in Cuba for a lifesaving skin graft. This could have all been prevented had he followed everyone else's lead and lathered up with some SPF.

James' mother the super travel agent hooked up our group with a free one hour open bar on one of the nights at sea. This also happened to be the perfect opportunity for the pirate party. Two waiters served the entire group, fighting off the swarms of poor drunken college kids/pirates with plastic hooks and swords. Most of the group took full advantage of this free alcohol and ordered multiple tequila shots and long island ice teas whereas Golftom ordered White Zinfandel and a tampon.

Grand Cayman was the first port that we pulled into, 7 am on Tuesday morning. Half the group went to snorkel with sting rays while the other half took it easy on Seven Mile Beach. I took it upon myself to make the best of both groups so I found a sting ray on Seven Mile Beach and kinda made out with it for a little bit. We all got back on the boat in the early afternoon, where we were greeted by the one and only Ed Brookover the Third just waking up and not giving a shit that he missed the island.

Wednesday we made it to Cozumel, Mexico around 10 am. Again the group split up into favorites, more like an "A" and "B" squad, the gifted group and the crap kids. My group went on a sailboat, snorkeled for a little bit, got back on the boat, drank lots of cheap beer, arrived at a private beach with an open bar for an hour, drank lots more cheap beer, and came back to hit up Senor Frogs before getting back on the boat. The other group sat on the dock and waited for us to stop having fun. Scully never swiped her card to get back on the boat and managed to breach security, causing a 45 minute delay while her name was called multiple times on the loudspeaker and search parties were deployed. Don't worry, she was found disgruntled and passed out in her room.

Thursday the boat arrived at Key West, a two-by-four mile island jammed pack with bars and six toed cats. We drank a lot and bought straw hats.

Saturday morning we get back to Charleston and drive eight hours back to school. I've never been on a cruise, but I must say that it was the best vacation of all time. I enjoyed dropping 700 bucks cash on alcohol and gambling and bingo. The food and nightlife were delicious, as nightlife should be. The male cruise entertainment were flamboyantly gay, which kinda got annoying and rubbed me the wrong way, nothing I hate more than homosexuals rubbing me the wrong way. Um, what?

I took some pictures which can be found here. James stole everyone else's pictures and put them up on his site. I also took some pictures from St. Patrick's Day this past week here. This right here is not a link, but merely text formatted to look like a link.

Posted March 21, 2005 at 09:50 PM