Tastes like a hangover
After we got back from the Bahamas, we pretty much just ate and hung out at the ship.
We did manage to head to one of the nicer restaurants, even though I could barely taste anything with my stupid cold.
And we also caught a few shows, alla which were pretty good.
Oh, and we made friends with our sever, Harry, who comped us like $200 worth of drinks.
Me: I feel like a leech. I’m gonna give him a few bucks.
Her: Good idea, do that.
Me: What do you think [of the pina colada]?
Her: (shrugging) Tastes like a hangover.
The weather was super windy for some reason.
The Firecracker felt like she would be blown overboard…
…but that meant that we were the only ones outside, which is always a plus.
And because we didn’t have some Chinese food on the island, we decided to have some on the ship in one of their specialty restaurants.
Her: What do you think?
Me: It’s good. It’s not Chinese food, but it’s good.
Her: What does it taste like if not Chinese food?
Me: (thinking) It’s what I imagine a Panda Express to taste like.
While Harry kept plying us with free booze, we also hit up some of the other bars for a change of pace.
And drank the rest of the way home.
Her: What about your cold?
Me: I tell myself that alcohol kills germs.
Before we knew it, we were back in Miami and heading back to NYC.
Unlike our trip out, we made it to the airport with a ton of time to spare.
Arriving in NJ, we were immediately reminded that it was winter back here.
And that’s the story of how the Firecracker and I got engaged.
Location: stuck in front of my desk doing work
Mood: still brrrrrrrrrrrr
Music: Got me tripping out like the sixties (Spotify)
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