RAIN, SCHMAIN, AND HURRICANES: Our 9/2011 Cruise: NEW ANNOUNCEMENT!

[sleepydog25]

We did mixology with Sean from Trinidad too he was awesome and we walked out of there sideways,

Did he also tell you that everyone had to finish each drink before the next began? He held our group to that. . .not that it was a bad thing.

Funny that they charged for the water.

I know!! lol There was a water fountain just steps away where many of us had gotten our last minute slurps of water there before the race. But, when you've just finished a steamy, sweaty, sauna-heat race and there's a CM directly in front of you standing behind an ice tub full of water, soft drinks, and fruit, it's hard to resist. Besides, in all races I've run (which are legion), the goodies at the finish line are always gratis. Without thinking, I scooped up a bottle of water and began thirstily chugging it down. "Two dollars, sir," the man said cheerily. After that, I refilled my bottle at the fountain while awaiting luvvwl at the Pelican Point tram stop just steps away.

love your trip report, very entertaining!

Welcome aboard!! And, thanks! We'll try to do more editing so as not to incur the wrath of the Edit Line gods. . .

 

[princesscinderella]

He made us this drink we later referred to as the Sean because it was so yummy, it was 6 raspberries (muddled) 1/2 oz of agave nectar, 1 1/2 oz of jack Daniels and 3oz of cranberry juice. It was delicious we had him write the recipe for us and we still make it in our pirate night light up drink of the day glasses. When we did it it was not on the navigator so it was only me, my husband and dizzy world from the dis boards it was really laid back and it was sean's second mixology class. We had so much fun and he was nervous it was quite cute, but he took good care of us the rest of the cruise. He wanted us to drink them all before we could go to the next one, my husband did not like the dirty martini (he hates olives) so I pitched in and drank it for him.

 

[lvstitch]

Not only is this one of the best TR's I have read but luvvwd you have one of the best cruise wardrobes I have ever seen. Where did you get that sarong????

 

[luvvwl]

Not only is this one of the best TR's I have read but luvvwd you have one of the best cruise wardrobes I have ever seen. Where did you get that sarong????

Why, thank you! Don't you just love that Mickey sarong? Years ago, before I met SD and he converted me to a VWL lover, I was a die-hard Polynesian lover. I have already told him that if they ever build DVC there, we're going to need more points lololol!

Anyway, I got that sarong at the gift shop at the Poly about 6 years ago.

Glad you're liking the report!!!

 

[sleepydog25]

The Coveted Photo
Babe, all you had to do was ask me to dress up in my Cap'n Jack outfit that I packed for those alone times on our verandah. Just sayin'.

Here’s my advice to anyone wanting their picture taken with Captain Jack on Castaway Cay: FORGET IT!!!! No, not really. If you have (and you’ll need it, trust me, I know) a VERY, and I mean VERY, keen eye, about 20 feet or so as you come off the bridge you’ll notice a small break in the posts along the walkway where the roping is a different color. That’s THE ONLY identifier to this top secret location. If you can find that, you’re golden. Otherwise, wait until after picture taking time and follow the line. Better yet, go to the Pelican Plunge tram stop. The location there is just behind the Cabana check in hut. MUCH easier to find, but you won’t get the ship in the background, obviously. Was it worth it?? Of course it was. Not because of the photo. Because of the shared memory we have and a story we’ll talk about for many years to come.

This particular picture is pre-race, btw, or I would look as though I'd been swimming. . .which was about to come since we were heading off to go parasailing!

He made us this drink we later referred to as the Sean because it was so yummy, it was 6 raspberries (muddled) 1/2 oz of agave nectar, 1 1/2 oz of jack Daniels and 3oz of cranberry juice. It was delicious we had him write the recipe for us and we still make it in our pirate night light up drink of the day glasses. When we did it it was not on the navigator so it was only me, my husband and dizzy world from the dis boards it was really laid back and it was sean's second mixology class. We had so much fun and he was nervous it was quite cute, but he took good care of us the rest of the cruise. He wanted us to drink them all before we could go to the next one, my husband did not like the dirty martini (he hates olives) so I pitched in and drank it for him.

The "Sean" sounds good. I believe we'll have to try it as we have all those ingredients sitting in our cupboard as I type. We love olives, but dirty martinis just don't appeal that much to us. Now, that final shot drink with the Bailey's, Kahlua, and Grand Marnier? Yum and ee!

Not only is this one of the best TR's I have read but luvvwd you have one of the best cruise wardrobes I have ever seen.

Thank you so much for the kind words--we do try to entertain as well as occasionally provide some helpful tips. lol As for her wardrobe, she threw it together in a matter of minutes. . . . .

 

[bitlerzx4]

absolutely love this trip report

 

[sleepydog25]

absolutely love this trip report

Thank you!! (Editor's note: We hope to have finished this TR by the time you go on your cruise. . .)

 

[sleepydog25]

Castaway Cay Comes a’ Callin’, Episode 2

Okay, time for a quick recap. . .
a) Day ½ - Drove 7 hrs. Slept. No Tropical Storm Maria—yay!
b) Day 1 - Starbucks. . .mmmmm. . .hello, WDW! MK isn’t crowded? AP is back! DHS thrills. More sleep.
c) Day 2 – “You have to beat that DCL bus!!” Bruising on my arm ensues. “OMG! OMG!! OMG!!!!! It’s the Dream!” More bruising on my arm. Boarding pass 3! “Introducing the sleepydog and luvvwl family!” Cabanas. Stateroom goodies. DVC meet where I’m labeled Dopey—typecasting if I’ve ever seen it. Lifeboat drill. “When you wish upon a star. . .toooooot!” Dinner at RP, the Lost Table Chronicles. No foil Golden Mickeys for us. . .yet. . . moonlit verandah then sleep.
d) Day 3 – No Nassau for us. Cove Café. Working out. Ridonkulous rainforest showers. Cabanas sushi! Champagne in Pink. Sunbathing. Aquaducking. Mixology-ing. Dinner at AP, No Crush on Crush. Villains!! Sleep.
e) Day 4 – Castaway Cay 5K and Captain Jack “marathon”

I think that about covers it so far. . .

So, I’m waiting at the Pelican Point tram for my lovely to arrive, sweating up a storm having just finished the 5K (and unknown to me, she the marathon). I realize that good ol’ Cap’n Jack will be making his second appearance at that very spot about an hour later. Meanwhile, the eleventeenth tram stops, and I see a most enchantingly beautiful woman preparing to get off: “She’s a hottie!” thought I. Naturally, it was my own enchantress. She relayed her hunt for Jack and opined that it was time to seek some water in order to cool off. Guess what lies nearby? Pelican Plunge. We walked over, stowed our gear on a beach chair, and eased ourselves into the water. At this point, a rather sheepish LOMF looked over at me.
“Umm, I’ve never been on a water slide without a raft before. I might be a little nervous.” I couldn’t decide if her trepidation was a result of the actual fear of going over the side of the slide or whether her top might come off. Hmmm, the latter put me into a mild trance, a pleasant one at that , but I snapped to and assuaged her concerns.
“You will not go over the top, promise. And I’ll even hold onto your DGs so you won’t lose them.” She was first to get in her chute and seconds later, she was off.
“Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . .!!” Methinks she was having fun. At the bottom of a rather exhilarating ride, she was waiting for me.
“Ah don’ thingk ah’m supposed to get wadda up my nohse, am I?” I could only laugh. Another water slide virgin bites the dust.

After grabbing a couple of towels at the Cabanas check-in with which to dry off, we waited for our ride back to Scuttle Cove, and though Cap’n Jack was going to be there very soon, if we didn’t take the tram right then, we might be late for our parasailing excursion that was to leave at 11. That was a superb decision as it turns out. When we checked in at the desk, the CM tells us that one boat had mechanical difficulties, so they were down to a single boat and that the 11 a.m. sailing was full. There were several others checking in at the same time, so we hurriedly scribbled our signatures on the “ifyoudieorareinjuredwhileparasailingitain’tourfault” form, and scurried down the dock. We were the last two to make the sailing! Woo-hoo!! As we were last on, that made us first up, no time to reconsider for luvvwl. We strapped into these lovely diaper-like devices, she in front, and moments later we were floating. . .getting higher. . .and higher. . .and higher. It’s amazingly quiet sailing like that, just the slight drone of the boat engine below. We embraced—well, I squeezed her with my legs—and remarked how fortunate we were to share such an experience, the entire cruise really. The water was incredibly blue or green depending on where you looked; the Dream appeared as though it were a model in a giant bathtub; and the beaches on CC seemed so far away. There is no hustle and bustle while parasailing. About that time, we noticed the boat towing us was growing larger meaning we were coming down. . .and down. . .and down. . . . . . . . . .and down? Oh, yeah, I’d almost forgotten—time to get dunked! Which we did, and all the while the crew was mugging, “Oh, no, what’s happened?” It is cool how they can slow down to the exact point where the wind still catches the sail but your butt is dragging in the big pond. Soon, we were back onboard the tow boat, unlatching, and watching the next couple go out. Too quickly our time was over. If you’ve never parasailed, you owe it to yourself to take the plunge (literally, too).

By now, it was close to noon, and we were hungry. Our options were the grill at the adult beach or head for sushi at Cabanas. Cabanas won easily. Off to the Dream we headed, where we freshened up just a bit, then headed up to eat. . .only there was NO sushi. Apparently, it’s an every-other-day deal. No biggie, we found plenty to eat, anyway (can you say “lots of shrimp?”). After eating in the only partially full Cabanas, we headed back to CC, tramming it to Pelican Point where we grabbed our rental snorkeling gear.
“What do I do with THIS?” asked she-with-the-arched-and-doubting eyebrows. She was holding up the float vest.
“Umm, you wear it?” I chuckled in response. “You have to blow it up first.”
“I’m supposed to put my mouth on that tube?!” Neither she nor I are particularly germophobic, but she did have a point of sorts, so I did it for her.
“I don’t know that I need this vest to keep me afloat, babe,” she chimed with a certain levity in her voice and twinkle in her eye. Let’s just say the vest rode much, umm, higher on her chest than on mine, just sayin’. Next came the flippers.
“How do I put these on?” It’s a safe assumption to say she had never been snorkeling before.
“Walk out into the water, turn around, slip them on, then walk backwards,” I replied. “Easy peasy.”
“Oh, really?” I’m not sure she believed me, but soon enough she had them on and we were floating toward points unknown.

We swam a lo-o-o-n-g time before making it to the first buoy. Though I had been here years before, I couldn’t remember exactly where any of the underwater sights were located, so we started swimming buoy to buoy. All of sudden, there was Mickey! Then we found the sunken boat! We took some pics with a waterproof camera, and if any of them turn out halfway decent, then we’ll post them once they’re developed. We spent a good hour and a half snorkeling, maybe a bit longer, and by the time we made it back to shore, we were more than ready for a beach lounger, sun, and drinks. And that’s exactly where we headed—to Serenity Bay!

By the time we arrived at the adults-only beach, it was pushing 2:45, and there were plenty of open beach chairs w/umbrellas. We settled in, noticed the gorgeous vistas there on the beach (nature and human alike ), and within a few minutes, I offered to go get drinks.


‘Twas just moments after swimming while sunning in chairs,
We had parched throats (and I thinning hair).
A drink we did need and sooner rather than later
When magically appearing was a smiling drink waiter.

“Two for one drinks while they last!” he did say,
“They’re Bahama Mamas, and the drink of the day!”
We cried out in joy, though no jumping did we employ,
But, man those heavenly drinks did we thoroughly enjoy!

We sunned and lazed awhile, but by the location of the sun, we knew our day on the beach was ending. It was time to head back and get ready for dinner, and not just any dinner—it was Palo night. We bid adieu to our wonderful spot on the beach, hiked to the tram, and dragged ourselves on board the Dream. We’d spent several hours in the sun and the water, and we were tired, but it was with that feeling of having spent a glorious day doing things we’d not done together before. It had been near perfect and now a most amazing meal awaited. The evening was going to be even better. . .

Next up: Palo and “Believe”—Guess Which We Liked Better?

 

[luvvwl]

Castaway Cay Comes a’ Callin’, Episode 2

Okay, time for a quick recap. . .
a) Day ½ - Drove 7 hrs. Slept. No Tropical Storm Maria—yay!
b) Day 1 - Starbucks. . .mmmmm. . .hello, WDW! MK isn’t crowded? AP is back! DHS thrills. More sleep.
c) Day 2 – “You have to beat that DCL bus!!” Bruising on my arm ensues. “OMG! OMG!! OMG!!!!! It’s the Dream!” More bruising on my arm. Boarding pass 3! “Introducing the sleepydog and luvvwl family!” Cabanas. Stateroom goodies. DVC meet where I’m labeled Dopey—typecasting if I’ve ever seen it. Lifeboat drill. “When you wish upon a star. . .toooooot!” Dinner at RP, the Lost Table Chronicles. No foil Golden Mickeys for us. . .yet. . . moonlit verandah then sleep.
d) Day 3 – No Nassau for us. Cove Café. Working out. Ridonkulous rainforest showers. Cabanas sushi! Champagne in Pink. Sunbathing. Aquaducking. Mixology-ing. Dinner at AP, No Crush on Crush. Villains!! Sleep.
e) Day 4 – Castaway Cay 5K and Captain Jack “marathon”

I think that about covers it so far. . .

I may have an itty, bitty habit of hitting the arm of the person nearest to me when I'm excited. I can't help myself. He really doesn't mind. It's ENDEARING.

So, I’m waiting at the Pelican Point tram for my lovely to arrive, sweating up a storm having just finished the 5K (and unknown to me, she the marathon). I realize that good ol’ Cap’n Jack will be making his second appearance at that very spot about an hour later. Meanwhile, the eleventeenth tram stops, and I see a most enchantingly beautiful woman preparing to get off: “She’s a hottie!” thought I. Naturally, it was my own enchantress. She relayed her hunt for Jack and opined that it was time to seek some water in order to cool off. Guess what lies nearby? Pelican Plunge. We walked over, stowed our gear on a beach chair, and eased ourselves into the water. At this point, a rather sheepish LOMF looked over at me.
“Umm, I’ve never been on a water slide without a raft before. I might be a little nervous.” I couldn’t decide if her trepidation was a result of the actual fear of going over the side of the slide or whether her top might come off. Hmmm, the latter put me into a mild trance, a pleasant one at that , but I snapped to and assuaged her concerns.
“You will not go over the top, promise. And I’ll even hold onto your DGs so you won’t lose them.” She was first to get in her chute and seconds later, she was off.
“Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. . .!!” Methinks she was having fun. At the bottom of a rather exhilarating ride, she was waiting for me.
“Ah don’ thingk ah’m supposed to get wadda up my nohse, am I?” I could only laugh. Another water slide virgin bites the dust.

It’s hard to believe, I know, but I really never have done a water slide without a tube. I’m a little fearful of the body slides – I expect to go right over the edge. Plus. I’m teeny, tiny bit endowed up top so I expect to go right over the edge in more ways than one! And. NO ONE told me to plug my nose at T Minus 2 seconds!!!! 100 Million Gallons of Castaway Key shot right up my nose.

PS~ It DOES NOT TASTE OR FEEL GOOD!!!!!

Oh, and here’s the cutest thing! I took the tram to Pelican Point to meet SD. NO WAY was I walking; after all, I had just finished The Marathon. I caught these guys trying to outrace us!

After grabbing a couple of towels at the Cabanas check-in with which to dry off, we waited for our ride back to Scuttle Cove, and though Cap’n Jack was going to be there very soon, if we didn’t take the tram right then, we might be late for our parasailing excursion that was to leave at 11. That was a superb decision as it turns out. When we checked in at the desk, the CM tells us that one boat had mechanical difficulties, so they were down to a single boat and that the 11 a.m. sailing was full. There were several others checking in at the same time, so we hurriedly scribbled our signatures on the “ifyoudieorareinjuredwhileparasailingitain’tourfault” form, and scurried down the dock. We were the last two to make the sailing! Woo-hoo!! As we were last on, that made us first up, no time to reconsider for luvvwl. We strapped into these lovely diaper-like devices, she in front, and moments later we were floating. . .getting higher. . .and higher. . .and higher. It’s amazingly quiet sailing like that, just the slight drone of the boat engine below. We embraced—well, I squeezed her with my legs—and remarked how fortunate we were to share such an experience, the entire cruise really. The water was incredibly blue or green depending on where you looked; the Dream appeared as though it were a model in a giant bathtub; and the beaches on CC seemed so far away. There is no hustle and bustle while parasailing. About that time, we noticed the boat towing us was growing larger meaning we were coming down. . .and down. . .and down. . . . . . . . . .and down? Oh, yeah, I’d almost forgotten—time to get dunked! Which we did, and all the while the crew was mugging, “Oh, no, what’s happened?” It is cool how they can slow down to the exact point where the wind still catches the sail but your butt is dragging in the big pond. Soon, we were back onboard the tow boat, unlatching, and watching the next couple go out. Too quickly our time was over. If you’ve never parasailed, you owe it to yourself to take the plunge (literally, too).

I LOVED it!!!! This was another first for me, and the first few seconds while you’re waiting for them to release the rope are a little butterfly-inducing and then, WHOOSH!! You’re up, up and away!

By now, it was close to noon, and we were hungry. Our options were the grill at the adult beach or head for sushi at Cabanas. Cabanas won easily. Off to the Dream we headed, where we freshened up just a bit, then headed up to eat. . .only there was NO sushi. Apparently, it’s an every-other-day deal. No biggie, we found plenty to eat, anyway (can you say “lots of shrimp?”).

NO SUSHI???? Are you freakin' kidding me?? I walked ALL the way back here JUST FOR SUSHI!!!! Geez!!

After eating in the only partially full Cabanas, we headed back to CC, tramming it to Pelican Point where we grabbed our rental snorkeling gear.

“What do I do with THIS?” asked she-with-the-arched-and-doubting eyebrows. She was holding up the float vest.
“Umm, you wear it?” I chuckled in response. “You have to blow it up first.”
“I’m supposed to put my mouth on that tube?!” Neither she nor I are particularly germophobic, but she did have a point of sorts, so I did it for her.
“I don’t know that I need this vest to keep me afloat, babe,” she chimed with a certain levity in her voice and twinkle in her eye. Let’s just say the vest rode much, umm, higher on her chest than on mine, just sayin’. Next came the flippers.
“How do I put these on?” It’s a safe assumption to say she had never been snorkeling before.
“Walk out into the water, turn around, slip them on, then walk backwards,” I replied. “Easy peasy.”
“Oh, really?” I’m not sure she believed me, but soon enough she had them on and we were floating toward points unknown.

In my defense, I had NEVER snorkeled before. WhichSomeoneWhoShallRemainNameless KNOWS. And. Secondly, I think by then we had firmly established that the water tastes ICK-EEEE!!!! Your snorkel tube thingie keeps getting that icky water in it which you have to keep spitting out, your goggle thingies keep getting foggy so you have to keep putting that icky water in them to get the fog out. Which, said water settles in the nose part and thus BACK INTO YOUR MOUTH AGAIN. And another thing!!!! My floatie thing kept deflating!!!!! I literally had to stop every five minutes to blow it up again.

PS~ make sure you push down on the nozzle PRIOR to putting it in your mouth. That’s right, if you don’t, you guessed it, ANOTHER BIG, FAT MOUTHFUL of that icky water!!!!!

We swam a lo-o-o-n-g time before making it to the first buoy. Though I had been here years before, I couldn’t remember exactly where any of the underwater sights were located, so we started swimming buoy to buoy. All of sudden, there was Mickey! Then we found the sunken boat! We took some pics with a waterproof camera, and if any of them turn out halfway decent, then we’ll post them once they’re developed. We spent a good hour and a half snorkeling, maybe a bit longer, and by the time we made it back to shore, we were more than ready for a beach lounger, sun, and drinks. And that’s exactly where we headed—to Serenity Bay!

Unfortunately, we don’t yet have any of these pics. The reason why goes something like this:

LUVVWL: “I think we should get one of those inexpensive underwater digital cameras for our CC day.”
SD: “Oh, no, babe. We don’t need one. We’ll pick up one of those disposable cameras. They take decent pictures and it will cost way less. More $$ for drinks!!!”
LUVVWL: “Weellllll, if you really think so…”
SD: “I do. Trust me.”

I will also point out here, that if we HAD that camera I wanted, then SOMEONE wouldn’t have kept saying THE ENTIRE TIME we were snorkeling, “I’m not really sure this will come out. I can’t tell. Maybe I should take another one to be sure.”

See babe, with an underwater DIGITAL camera, you have the ability to REVIEW your pics.

Just sayin’…

By the time we arrived at the adults-only beach, it was pushing 2:45, and there were plenty of open beach chairs w/umbrellas. We settled in, noticed the gorgeous vistas there on the beach (nature and human alike ), and within a few minutes, I offered to go get drinks.

I think someone might have been more interested in the gorgeous human vistas, FYI, and I’ll give you one hint: It was NOT me!!

‘Twas just moments after swimming while sunning in chairs,
We had parched throats (and I thinning hair).
A drink we did need and sooner rather than later
When magically appearing was a smiling drink waiter.

“Two for one drinks while they last!” he did say,
“They’re Bahama Mamas, and the drink of the day!”
We cried out in joy, though no jumping did we employ,
But, man those heavenly drinks did we thoroughly enjoy!

They were YUMMY!

We sunned and lazed awhile, but by the location of the sun, we knew our day on the beach was ending. It was time to head back and get ready for dinner, and not just any dinner—it was Palo night. We bid adieu to our wonderful spot on the beach, hiked to the tram, and dragged ourselves on board the Dream. We’d spent several hours in the sun and the water, and we were tired, but it was with that feeling of having spent a glorious day doing things we’d not done together before. It had been near perfect and now a most amazing meal awaited. The evening was going to be even better. . .
Next up: Palo and “Believe”—Guess Which We Liked Better?

It was just a perfect day. With the perfect partner.

 

[sleepydog25]

I may have an itty, bitty habit of hitting the arm of the person nearest to me when I'm excited. I can't help myself. He really doesn't mind. It's ENDEARING. Yeah, that's the word I was searching for. . .



It’s hard to believe, I know, but I really never have done a water slide without a tube. I’m a little fearful of the body slides – I expect to go right over the edge. Plus. I’m teeny, tiny bit endowed up top so I expect to go right over the edge in more ways than one! And. NO ONE told me to plug my nose at T Minus 2 seconds!!!! Law of Physics # 969: "If you fail to hold your nose or blow out air when you land in water, said water will go up said nose."


NO SUSHI???? Are you freakin' kidding me?? I walked ALL the way back here JUST FOR SUSHI!!!! Geez!! So, did you miss not having sushi?


Unfortunately, we don’t yet have any of these pics. The reason why goes something like this:

LUVVWL: “I think we should get one of those inexpensive underwater digital cameras(an oxymoron if ever there was one) for our CC day.”
SD: “Oh, no, babe. We don’t need one. We’ll pick up one of those disposable cameras. They take decent pictures and it will cost way less. More $$ for drinks!!!” I stand by that statement, shewhonowownsatablet. . .
LUVVWL: “Weellllll, if you really think so…”
SD: “I do. Trust me.”

I will also point out here, that if we HAD that camera I wanted, then SOMEONE wouldn’t have kept saying THE ENTIRE TIME we were snorkeling, “I’m not really sure this will come out. I can’t tell. Maybe I should take another one to be sure.” I would alternately point out that had you listened to my advice and taken the camera to CVS when first suggested rather than research a bajillion online photo developing sites, we'd also have those shots attached to this report.

I think someone might have been more interested in the gorgeous human vistas, FYI, and I’ll give you one hint: It was NOT me!! Four words: Captain Jack and Tarzan.

It was just a perfect day. With the perfect partner.

That would be moi. . .

 

[tony64]

You guys crack me up, Lovin' this report soooo much.
I can't wait to get to Castaway Cay.

 

[sleepydog25]

You guys crack me up, Lovin' this report soooo much.
I can't wait to get to Castaway Cay.

Welcome and thanks for the compliments! We had a blast, so we hope everyone who reads this TR gets that sense from us. I've been lagging behind in my TR updating, but I will working on the next installment later today, so stay tuned!

 

[sleepydog25]

Palo and "Pirates Night"--Which One Do You Think We Chose?

First off, let me do a self-correction and say that the preview title at the end of the last episode should have read what you see immediately above. Waste is a terrible thing to mind. . .

Our day at CC had featured tons of sun and exertion (5K, Cap’n Jack marathon, Pelican Plunge, snorkeling, parasailing, drinking), so when we walked through our stateroom door (which was graced by a card from Remy—the restaurant not the actual mouse. . .not that he is a real mouse since he is digitally rendered, well digital in the sense of pixels not fingers, though fingers are involved at some point in the process I’m sure—reminding us of our reservation there tomorrow night [Palo had done the same thing the day before]), we were pleasantly fatigued. . .and hungry. We had our seating at 6 so there was plenty of time to ready ourselves to include me wrestling with the tub.

As some of you may have read in a previous TR of mine, I have a history with those faux tubs, glorified sinks really. Quicksand hasn’t a thing over these Barbie tubs, I’m telling you. I was a little wiser this time around and brought a Batman-like utility belt to keep in hands’ reach: a grappling hook and line to toss out and pull me free, hands free soap gel that I could squeeze between my knees, goggles for inadvertent soapy spray, a Kevlar vest to prevent a punctured lung from the spigot, ibuprofen for cramped muscles, my “I’m stuck and I can’t get up” button, and a full bottle. . .glass of Sauvignon Blanc just because.
I was psyched.
I was prepared.
This. Year. I. Would. Win.

“Babe,” the voice was quiet, stealthy.

With a cat-like grace, I hopped off the bed where I’d been doing my best imitation of Andy Dufresne when he’s free of Shawshank and landed squarely next to luvvwl, scowling like George Clooney (though it came across more like George Jetson) and trumpeting a bellowed, “Yes!?”
“You know there’s a shower, right?” CTye the crickets.
“Wha-h-h. . .?”
“Shower. There is one,” she smiled patronizingly.
“That’s a smirk, isn’t it?” inquired I.
“Yep.” More smirk.

If crestfallen was a waterfall, I’d have been Niagra. No battle royale. No redemption. No conquering. Just smirk. Smugness not my own. A bitter pill (okay, more like kinda yucky) to swallow. But, there were other pinnacles yet to scale that night. . .

Next up: No, Really, I Talk about Palo!
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[Sorcerer Mom]

This is THE best trip report ever! I don't think I've every laughed out loud before All I want to know is when you're booking your next Disney cruise 'cause I wanna be on that ship...you guys are a hoot!

 

[Wonder2008]

You two are so entertaining!

Anyway, I have a few questions about your spa time in Nassau. I know you said you got the pass for the whole cruise. When you went to the hot tub, did you have to wait for one to open or did you just help yourself? Also, about the showers, I've seen pictures of a series of circular spaces with blue tiles, red tiles, and so on. Did you just go into the ones you wanted to? How did you know what each one would be like (hot, cold, etc)? Was it crowded?

Thanks for helping out, and I look forward to reading more of your entertaining report!

Robert

 

[sleepydog25]

This is THE best trip report ever! I don't think I've every laughed out loud before All I want to know is when you're booking your next Disney cruise 'cause I wanna be on that ship...you guys are a hoot!

July 8! lololol Though that will likely change to 2013. Nonetheless, thank you, thank you for the warm comments. As I've said earlier, our intent is primarily to entertain and, hopefully, along the way, we also provide some nice tips, pointers, and reviews. More will be up soon!

 

[sleepydog25]

You two are so entertaining!

Anyway, I have a few questions about your spa time in Nassau. I know you said you got the pass for the whole cruise. When you went to the hot tub, did you have to wait for one to open or did you just help yourself? Also, about the showers, I've seen pictures of a series of circular spaces with blue tiles, red tiles, and so on. Did you just go into the ones you wanted to? How did you know what each one would be like (hot, cold, etc)? Was it crowded?

Thanks for helping out, and I look forward to reading more of your entertaining report!

Robert

I'm mildly entertaining--luvvwl is a real hoot! On to your questions, Robert (and if I'm wrong I'm sure a certain someone will set me straight). . .

When we showed for the spa, we had less than a 10-minute wait to get to a hot tub. As I've mentioned, the tubs are big enough to hold 4-5 people, but the tendency was to only have two at a time in them (there are two hot tubs). Couples seemed to only occupy them for about 15 minutes before leaving, an almost unspoken acknowledgement that others were waiting to get in. It was quite nice to see. As for the showers, they were all open when we stepped into them. There are descriptions of them on a card, but the "warm" adjective is a bit of a misnomer for most of them. They are a brisk contrast to the hot tub, especially the one that dumps on you. It also happens to be the one shower with the warmest "rain," too, and when you least expect it--deluge! Cold! They weren't crowded, and they don't actually lend themselves to standing in them for more than 2-3 minutes. You just walk right on in to any open shower. Keep in mind, these are more sensual, aromatic showers with wide open entrances, not real cleaning showers. They all sit together in a pod of sorts, showers on either side of a open walkway that leads to the saunas. You just step into one, and the shower does the rest. There are buttons that ostensibly change the rate, style, and temperature of the water, but I don't know that they do much. When you come out, you'll be smelling quite tropical and lovely, like a drink someone makes in the Mixology tasting. Hope this helps, and thanks for subscribing!

 

[ladybug23]

I'm mildly entertaining--luvvwl is a real hoot! On to your questions, Robert (and if I'm wrong I'm sure a certain someone will set me straight). . .

When we showed for the spa, we had less than a 10-minute wait to get to a hot tub. As I've mentioned, the tubs are big enough to hold 4-5 people, but the tendency was to only have two at a time in them (there are two hot tubs). Couples seemed to only occupy them for about 15 minutes before leaving, an almost unspoken acknowledgement that others were waiting to get in. It was quite nice to see. As for the showers, they were all open when we stepped into them. There are descriptions of them on a card, but the "warm" adjective is a bit of a misnomer for most of them. They are a brisk contrast to the hot tub, especially the one that dumps on you. It also happens to be the one shower with the warmest "rain," too, and when you least expect it--deluge! Cold! They weren't crowded, and they don't actually lend themselves to standing in them for more than 2-3 minutes. You just walk right on in to any open shower. Keep in mind, these are more sensual, aromatic showers with wide open entrances, not real cleaning showers. They all sit together in a pod of sorts, showers on either side of a open walkway that leads to the saunas. You just step into one, and the shower does the rest. There are buttons that ostensibly change the rate, style, and temperature of the water, but I don't know that they do much. When you come out, you'll be smelling quite tropical and lovely, like a drink someone makes in the Mixology tasting. Hope this helps, and thanks for subscribing!

THANK YOU!!! I wanted to know and glad someone asked and you answered.

Now - my question is and I can't wait to hear about it in the TR, but is Remy's really worth $75 per person plus tip??? Seems crazy if you ask me, but am sooo waiting to hear why it is worth that. I mean to they massage my back and my feet while I eat the most lucious meal I have never ever dreamed about? Thanks!

 

[trente33trois]

All I know is that you guys are the people I want to travel with. Fabulous.

 

[sleepydog25]

THANK YOU!!! I wanted to know and glad someone asked and you answered.

Now - my question is and I can't wait to hear about it in the TR, but is Remy's really worth $75 per person plus tip??? Seems crazy if you ask me, but am sooo waiting to hear why it is worth that. I mean to they massage my back and my feet while I eat the most lucious meal I have never ever dreamed about? Thanks!

Thank YOU for tuning in! Our new subscribers get a free calculator for just $15.99 (shipping & handling)!

As for Remy, I will say this much: oh, yes, it is definitely worth the extra dough IF. . .
a) you want exceptional food
b) you want exceptional service
c) you want exceptional ambience
d) you want a truly memorable dining experience

Remy might not be for someone who. . .
a) thinks hamburger steak is haute cuisine
b) thinks foam or gel is for the bathtub only
c) hates seafood, fish, beef, pork, and vegetables
d) relates dressing up to prison sentence

No massages, I'm afraid, but the most personalized service in the Disney universe outside of Victoria and Albert's. Actually, Remy is quite similar to V & A's at a far better price. You. Should. Go.