Cruise Therapy: An Infusion of Magic
June 20th Eastern Caribbean DCL Cruise
Tortola * St. Thomas * Castaway Cay
Infuse transitive verb
Pronunciation: \in-ˈfyüz\
Meaning: 1 a: to cause to be permeated with something that alters usually for the better.
A Late Start in Life
I live in Florida. Ive been here for a little over eight years, so I am fairly well established into the Florida lifestyle: I go to the beach in the winter, I sweat in the summer and tend to stay indoors, I make it over to Disney World more often than most probably, I scream at I-4 traffic, but in one area I am sorely lacking. Flip Flops. I dont wear flip flops (or sandals, whatever the correct term), and I have never ever ever owned a pair. Its been tennis shoes all the way. Every kind of weather, every temperature, all tennis shoes all the time. That is
until now!
It finally happened. The other day, at age 32, I bought my first pair of flip flops. And get this
I also bought my second pair at the same time. So I am assuming, taking the rest of the male population into consideration, that I am getting a very late start in life. I know this. But heres the thing
up until this point I hated flip flops. I just didnt think they were comfortable. But I believe that I have discovered that I just never tried on the right pair of flip flops. When I think of flip flops I think of these three dollar plastic thingies. Those are what I have tried on in the past and you might as well have driven a nail into a 12X6 piece of plywood and fastened it to my feet with a rubber band. Talk about hard, and nasty, and uncomfortable, and they wouldnt stay on.
Id walk like duck-boy on drugs, and forget about walking up or down stairs. If stairs were in the picture youd better have an ambulance nearby.
So somehow it took me 32 years of life to discover that there are a different breed of flip flops. Flip flops that caress the foot, hug the toes on a light cushion of air, like walking on a cloud where angels frolic and sip fruit punch all day.
Deluxe flippies, not three dollar plastic pain devices. We were out shopping at a local shoe store the other day. Wife and daughter were looking for some shoes to match brand new dresses for formal night so I let them do their thing and I wandered over to the mens shoes. And there they were
Bluefin sandals of all kinds and a seed of intrigue and wonder burst within me. So I tried a pair on, just to see if my taste had changed over the latter portion of my flippie-free life. I slipped them on, and instead of cringing and wanting nothing more than to shake the vile monstrosities off of my feet, I melded into them, and when I took a few steps, it was okay, not cringe-inducing as I expected. So I tried on another, and another, and another. I had boxes and boxes strewn around me there in the aisle, and that was how my wife found me. My face froze. In all of my flippie euphoria Id totally forgotten that I was in a public place and that she was nearby, and my face said as much. Youd think shed have caught me in our pantry with about 253 boxes of Girl Scout thin mints scattered wildly about, all in different states of devourment.
She gave a start, gave a gasp, and nearly came to tears with happiness for she had been wanting me to have at least one pair to wear around the house or to the pool if nothing else and here I was, in a pair right there in front of her. It was as if she was seeing me for the first time. So I bought not one
but two pair. One casual and one a bit nicer.
So now, after living in Florida for eight years, and after three cruises, I now have cruise shoes! My wife cant believe it. Now if I just go out and buy about five or sixteen or so more pair, then Ill have just about as many as her.