I will start this entry with the SM story:
At some point in the evening when Lionel and I were running around NOT drunk (hey, I can’t be on all the time) we were stopped by Erik and Jason. They were concerned that Mat and Sarah knew they were their Secret Mickeys.
A little background here: Erik sent me a PM after he found out who they had drawn, and asked a few things about our travel mates since Sarah tends to be a little quiet on the boards unless I am making smart-girl comments about her geometric sunburns. The funny thing was, Sarah and Mat had Erik and Jason as THEIR Secret Mickey couple as well. When Sarah asked Mat to drop off one of the gifts, she told him to make sure he signed it from Secret Mickey.
So what did Mat do?
“Dear Erik and Jason: thanks for everything. Love Mat.”
When Erik asked me “do they know?” I had to do some quick thinking. My response was something witty, like “err….no?”
Yeah, I know. See, I didn’t want to spoil THEIR surprise either, and I was holding on to the secrecy despite the fact that Mat had already ruined the surprise for me. I think I stammered a little bit more, trying to come up with any form of plausible reason why Mat might have signed his SECRET GIFT with HIS NAME, when Lionel jumped in and took me out of my misery:
“They have you guys.”
I hung my head sheepishly. Yes, Mat is my friend, but sometimes the boy ain’t too bright. Have no fear, DISers, we have not let him forget this lapse in judgment, and we do not intend to do so unless something funnier comes along.
Which, knowing Mat, should be any minute now….
Ok, back to our regularly scheduled trip report. Where were we? Oh yeah. Drunk and surrounded by rose petals. We called Mat and Sarah to see if they wanted to join us in Rockin’ Bar D for some sort of Rock and Roll night they were having (according to the Navigator it was “Rock Star”). They opted out, and so we stumbled down to Beat Street all alone.
When we arrived, the previous show’s crowd was clearing out so Lionel opted for a seat near the back. Right next to the lady with the glow necklaces. She handed me one and moved through the crowd. As I was putting it on, Lionel leaned in and said “you know, that’s how they tagged me for YMCA last year.”
Oh dear.
Sure enough, a few minutes in she called for all the glow necklace ladies to head up to the stage. Crap. Crap. I didn’t want to be a party pooper, but I had some serious lag in coordination going on and I wasn’t super keep on the idea of sharing that fact with the entire room. Fortunately, all they made us do was our Tina Turner impressions, which look spastic even when you are doing them right. Lionel took a few photos, but all you can make out is a blurry glow necklace, so I opted not to post them.
I was excited at the prospect of having a similar show as the 80’s or 70’s night used to be on the Wonder, but then, it happened. They started playing Justin Timberlake.
Does anyone watch Animal Planet? Better yet, does anyone else leave Animal Planet on all day for their dog? I mean, not that I do, but…..
*ahem* anyhow.
For awhile they played some really funny Meercat Manor ads set to popular music. And one, of course was “Bringing Sexy Back.”
As soon as it came on, I couldn’t help myself. I stood up, put my little paws in front of me, and slowly turned my head to the side.
To those of you who just fell out of your chair laughing: thank you for finding “sexy” meercats as freaking hilarious as we do. Because that joke never gets old. It’s as good as saying “what up, dog?” to your dog. Always funny.
To those of you who are blinking, and saying to yourselves “I don’t get it”:
watch this.
If you are still blinking, then this may not be the trip report for you.
Not feeling the Timberlake vibe, we headed back up to the room and were greeted by a phone call from Mat and Sarah that went something like this:
<ring>
Us: hello?
Them: 6580 here.
Us: yes?
Them: Sarah can’t sleep. (mad crazy giggles in background)
Us: ask her if she wants to deliver duckies with me.
Them: she’ll be right over.
Here’s where I reveal my fish extender gifts!
Arrr! Quack.
Lionel and I are huge fans of silly rubber duckies. When I found these online, I knew I had to get them. There’s something about a rubber duckie in a pirate do-rag that makes me laugh, and I was hoping everyone would find them as fun as we did.
Sarah delivering Erik and Jason's duckie.
In case you doubted all of Sarah's ducks were in a row, here is photographic evidence:
Something I learned about FE delivery? You have not explored your boat if you have not walked down every single hall on every single deck placing little rubber duckies into every single FE that you find.
Also? Deck five is very confusing.
The best thing about the deliveries was seeing everyone else’s door decorations. One cabin had an entire paper lamp thing going on!
It's Cozumel every day in this corner of the boat!
We also discovered some dressed-up fishes! Honestly, it never occured to us to put a sweater or an eye mask on our fish, but now it's got me thinking of ideas for next year......a rain slicker? A mask and snorkel? A flask?
It gets chilly on the boat, even if you have nickel-plated art deco scales
Quiet please......girly fishes sleeping!
Something else about delivering FE gifts is that you bump into other people delivering FE gifts. Like Drea. And someone else whose names we did not get. We would continually pass each other in the halls on each deck, initially covering our box’o’ducks. By the end, though, we were practically shouting HEY! WE’VE GOT DUCKS, WHAT DO YOU HAVE? And then turning to each other and going SHHHHHHHHH! PEOPLE ARE SLEEPING!
If Sarah and I woke any of you up, we apologize. I was drunk, and she’s Canadian. That’s a bad combo at midnight on a boat out in the middle of the ocean. Ya know?
All in all our deliveries took about an hour, and that was just grabbing a duck and putting it in a pocket. Some of the FE gifts we received were personalized! I can’t imagine how long that must have taken to organize. Frankly, I’m amazed we got all of our rooms as it was. Except, I admit, more than once we would be up one deck and I’d go “oh no, we forgot (insert far away cabin number here), we have to go back!”
ALCOHOL. Kids, don’t drink. It impairs your ability to adequately deliver tiny little ducks dressed in pirate gear.
At some point in the evening, we got another gift from our SM as well, and it was a little classic Mickey toy and some pina colada lotions.
I was beginning to wonder if our SM could read my mind…….
Up next: our first day at sea, which involves a coconut bra and a shot glass necklace.
i thought it was a good spot but after the 2 for 1 spec and several buckets of beer my judgement may have been clouded a little bit
dont worry about not having a sailaway drink as long as you made up for it during the 7days i was on the wonder while you were on the magic and for the first time ever i made it to the boat drill sober
excellent trip report
I don't know about "geek games" are they like reindeer games???
