Sadly, as I predicted, the last three days of our honeymoon didn’t prove to be as interesting as the day of the Talent Show. That day - the day we left the Bahamas - was the climax of our trip. As proof of this, I offer you the small amount of pictures we took. So instead of detailing each and every moment like I’ve done before I’ve decided to mention the high points of the last three days.
On Tuesday night the ship’s musical crew performed a wonderful musical tribute to the Beatles called “A Ticket to Ride.” There was singing and dancing and props and lots of costume changes. It was really well done, in my opinion. Sitting behind us were Dave and Barbara. Barbara did not seem to enjoy the show as much as Dave did. During the last song of the show, glow sticks were distributed to each member of the audience, so that they could wave them around as they sang along. The last song ended with shower of shiny, silver confetti.
After the show we enjoyed what would be our last “Hangin’ with Dave” time. As we had done before, Alicia, Dave and I sat out on the back of the ship, at the Orpheus Bar and enjoyed talking about whatever topic came up. I promised Dave that I would find him during dinner the next night so that we could exchange email addresses.
On Wednesday afternoon, Alicia and I entered a “Battle of the Sexes” competition. There were three events in which a group of men and a group of women squared off in trivia and physical activities. The first event was random trivia. 10 men and 10 women were lined up on stage and given a topic (ice cream flavors, breakfast cereals, etc.). Then, one by one, each person in the row had to come up with an example within that topic. If the example was stated twice or incorrectly, that person sat down. Alicia and I both participated. The men won the first round. Then it was time for musical chairs. The men won that round, too. Finally, Alicia and I participated in the last event. I’m not sure what the name of the game was, but the object was to put 3 quarters into a cup using nothing but your butt-cheeks. 3 men and 3 women were each given a quarter and told to stand behind a line. A cup for each team was placed about 10 feet away. One by one, each person had to affix the quarter between their *ahem* cheeks and walk to the cup where they could squat or stand over the cup in their attempt to *ahem* deposit the quarter into the cup. First team to have all three in the cup would win. Alicia and I proved to be valuable for our teams as both of us deposited our quarters and ran back for another. Ultimately the men won as I deposited my second and the winning quarter in the cup. There was no prize, however, and Alicia and I walked away disgruntled.
Later in the day, we returned to the Phantom Lounge to compete in the last movie trivia game of the cruise. It was random trivia from all genres. In previous trivia attempts, Alicia and I would work together to fill out one answer sheet. This constantly seemed to cause a bit of frustration as Alicia and I would take turns saying “I told you to put that!” as some of our answers turned out to be incorrect. So this time, we decided to each fill out our own answer sheets. The plan was that when one of us felt absolutely confident about an answer we would put that answer on both answer sheets, but when neither of us was very confident we would write down our own gut instincts. This proved to be the winning strategy as I won the contest with a comfortable lead. The prize? A bottle of champagne.
Thursday morning found us pulling into New York Harbor again. After breakfast we spent the majority of the morning packing up. Since we decided not to use the ship’s valet system to handle our luggage and chose, instead, to carry our own luggage we were allowed to leave the ship before most people. As soon as we got off the ship in NYC we pulled out our cell phones and called our families.
We needed to get to JFK to meet Eldon but in order to take a taxi we needed cash. So began our second great adventure of dragging our luggage through the streets of New York to a Bank of America ATM. We were merely blocks away when I decided to quit. I told Alicia to leave me with the luggage and cover the last 4 blocks on her own. When she arrived, she discovered that the ATM we were looking for was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t a total loss, however, as Alicia discovered a Port Authority Bus terminal that could take us to the airport for a third of the cost. She walked the 4 blocks back to me and helped me gather the luggage again. We walked the 4 blocks, again, dragging (literally) the luggage behind us. We paid the fare and boarded the bus.
We got checked in and waited for Eldon to arrive with Alicia’s mom and dad. After Eldon arrived and was checked in we decided to grab a quick lunch before we went through security and headed to our gate. There weren’t many places to eat immediately around JFK Airport, so, while stopped at a red light Alicia’s dad rolled down the window and asked a taxi driver where he suggested we eat lunch. Without hesitation he suggested a place called “The Cantina” where he said “all the taxi drivers eat.” It wasn’t until we pulled up to the place that we realized that he was being literal. ALL the taxi drivers did eat there. Not only did they eat there, but it was where they congregated and waited for work. To make the whole scene just that much more uncomfortable each and every taxi driver was Middle Eastern or Arabic looking. We had walked into what appeared to be a post-9/11 nightmare. Unfazed and undaunted, gripping Eldon just a little tighter, we walked in and ordered our food from the counter.
We made it back to the terminal without incident and said goodbye to Grammy and Poppy. Surprisingly it wasn’t as emotional as I had expected. We went through security in a breeze and found our gate. Hours later we were in Utah.
So that’s it. That’s the end of the Honeymoon Saga. Alicia and I both feel that we’d definitely go on a cruise again someday with the kids. It was 8-days of a laughter, inside jokes, silliness, beautiful scenery, and most of all romance.
Let real life begin.
On Tuesday night the ship’s musical crew performed a wonderful musical tribute to the Beatles called “A Ticket to Ride.” There was singing and dancing and props and lots of costume changes. It was really well done, in my opinion. Sitting behind us were Dave and Barbara. Barbara did not seem to enjoy the show as much as Dave did. During the last song of the show, glow sticks were distributed to each member of the audience, so that they could wave them around as they sang along. The last song ended with shower of shiny, silver confetti.
After the show we enjoyed what would be our last “Hangin’ with Dave” time. As we had done before, Alicia, Dave and I sat out on the back of the ship, at the Orpheus Bar and enjoyed talking about whatever topic came up. I promised Dave that I would find him during dinner the next night so that we could exchange email addresses.
On Wednesday afternoon, Alicia and I entered a “Battle of the Sexes” competition. There were three events in which a group of men and a group of women squared off in trivia and physical activities. The first event was random trivia. 10 men and 10 women were lined up on stage and given a topic (ice cream flavors, breakfast cereals, etc.). Then, one by one, each person in the row had to come up with an example within that topic. If the example was stated twice or incorrectly, that person sat down. Alicia and I both participated. The men won the first round. Then it was time for musical chairs. The men won that round, too. Finally, Alicia and I participated in the last event. I’m not sure what the name of the game was, but the object was to put 3 quarters into a cup using nothing but your butt-cheeks. 3 men and 3 women were each given a quarter and told to stand behind a line. A cup for each team was placed about 10 feet away. One by one, each person had to affix the quarter between their *ahem* cheeks and walk to the cup where they could squat or stand over the cup in their attempt to *ahem* deposit the quarter into the cup. First team to have all three in the cup would win. Alicia and I proved to be valuable for our teams as both of us deposited our quarters and ran back for another. Ultimately the men won as I deposited my second and the winning quarter in the cup. There was no prize, however, and Alicia and I walked away disgruntled.
Later in the day, we returned to the Phantom Lounge to compete in the last movie trivia game of the cruise. It was random trivia from all genres. In previous trivia attempts, Alicia and I would work together to fill out one answer sheet. This constantly seemed to cause a bit of frustration as Alicia and I would take turns saying “I told you to put that!” as some of our answers turned out to be incorrect. So this time, we decided to each fill out our own answer sheets. The plan was that when one of us felt absolutely confident about an answer we would put that answer on both answer sheets, but when neither of us was very confident we would write down our own gut instincts. This proved to be the winning strategy as I won the contest with a comfortable lead. The prize? A bottle of champagne.
Thursday morning found us pulling into New York Harbor again. After breakfast we spent the majority of the morning packing up. Since we decided not to use the ship’s valet system to handle our luggage and chose, instead, to carry our own luggage we were allowed to leave the ship before most people. As soon as we got off the ship in NYC we pulled out our cell phones and called our families.
We needed to get to JFK to meet Eldon but in order to take a taxi we needed cash. So began our second great adventure of dragging our luggage through the streets of New York to a Bank of America ATM. We were merely blocks away when I decided to quit. I told Alicia to leave me with the luggage and cover the last 4 blocks on her own. When she arrived, she discovered that the ATM we were looking for was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t a total loss, however, as Alicia discovered a Port Authority Bus terminal that could take us to the airport for a third of the cost. She walked the 4 blocks back to me and helped me gather the luggage again. We walked the 4 blocks, again, dragging (literally) the luggage behind us. We paid the fare and boarded the bus.
We got checked in and waited for Eldon to arrive with Alicia’s mom and dad. After Eldon arrived and was checked in we decided to grab a quick lunch before we went through security and headed to our gate. There weren’t many places to eat immediately around JFK Airport, so, while stopped at a red light Alicia’s dad rolled down the window and asked a taxi driver where he suggested we eat lunch. Without hesitation he suggested a place called “The Cantina” where he said “all the taxi drivers eat.” It wasn’t until we pulled up to the place that we realized that he was being literal. ALL the taxi drivers did eat there. Not only did they eat there, but it was where they congregated and waited for work. To make the whole scene just that much more uncomfortable each and every taxi driver was Middle Eastern or Arabic looking. We had walked into what appeared to be a post-9/11 nightmare. Unfazed and undaunted, gripping Eldon just a little tighter, we walked in and ordered our food from the counter.
We made it back to the terminal without incident and said goodbye to Grammy and Poppy. Surprisingly it wasn’t as emotional as I had expected. We went through security in a breeze and found our gate. Hours later we were in Utah.
So that’s it. That’s the end of the Honeymoon Saga. Alicia and I both feel that we’d definitely go on a cruise again someday with the kids. It was 8-days of a laughter, inside jokes, silliness, beautiful scenery, and most of all romance.
Let real life begin.
No comments:
Post a Comment