Where was I? Oh yeah. Drunk and sleeping.
As I woke from my 30 minute alcohol-induced coma, my companions informed me that not only were there MORE H20 products in the bathroom (the first batch of which was neatly tucked away in one of my drawers shortly after we first entered the room, no reason *whistling*), but that they had gone window shopping, and had found me the perfect hoodie.
Last year, I neglected to bring a sweater. Yes, its true: the master planner forgot a tiny detail. A detail that would cost her approximately 50 bucks to remedy. Either that, or she would freeze to death in the movie theatre. Why do they keep it at artic levels in there, anyhow? I digress. My $50 hoodie was very cute, but had one slight problem which would not rear its ugly head until a few months had passed like a fabric miracle gone bad, it gradually shrank in length and expanded in width with every wash. Which might not have been an issue if I were a hobbit with a glandular problem.
Anyhow, THIS hoodie beat my other one hands-down. Cute, stretchy, and long enough to reach my waist. Plus? It was on clearance! For $24! I know I said I would not set foot in the gift shops this time, but, SOLD!
We also browsed around at the things we could not buy, like jewelry and watches and logo shirts and, and, and
..aw, its ok. We still havent used those frames we got last year. I didnt even buy a PIN! Can you believe that? Exclamation point!
Lionel: you dont want a shirt or something?
Me: well, I do
but I want Konk Koolers more.
Lionel: point taken.
Gratuitous foot photo
After depositing the booty back in the room, and taking another gratuitous foot pic on deck four, we headed out for our night of entertainment on Route 66. Initially, we had planned to go to the scavenger hunt at Wavebands, and then possibly pop into diversions or Cove Café for some games. It seemed like good, cheap fun, and, it was! Where else would grown men put on bras and stand in front of a stage, just for a shot at winning a measly drink?
Men in bras, as promised!
That guy on the left? More about him later. Note that Lionel is heading back and looking frantic. That is because the MC, who was AWESOME, by the way, insisted that he would not get a point unless he put the bra ON. Hes far better at doing the opposite, not that we would ever do such things on a
Disney cruise, mind you. What?
If you are ever planning to attend the Wavebands scavenger hunt, you need to come a little more prepared than we did. For instance? Ladies? Wear heels and a bra, and bring your purse. With makeup inside. And some cash. Men? Dont wear sandals or slip-on shoes, or pants that dont require a belt. And you might want to order a coke. With a straw. And ice.
Several things were shouted at me, the chosen runner, during the course of the night, most of which started with Quick! Grab that persons __________! Because we had NOTHING! Sarah and I decided we were too low-maintenance to win the hunt. Who takes lipstick to Wavebands? Apparently, everyone but us.
If you have not been to the adult version of the scavenger hunt, I highly recommend it. Lots and lots of fun. So fun, in fact, that we stayed for the next two events: Match Your Mate, and Disco Night!
Before the game show started, I looked over at Lionel.
Me: would you like to -
Him: ABSOLUTELY NOT.
Boy, am I glad hes stubborn. Because, while it was fun, it is certainly a show designed to embarrass the living crap out of you and your mate who obviously never even talk about life. Im sure Lionel and I would have gotten most of the answers right, but the first couple? The ones who got chosen because the girl climbed up onto her boyfriends back and started screaming? They were full of sayings like dont tell them THAT! and no, that time didnt count!
We now knew everything about their relationship. And it really wasnt pretty.
Actually, let me take that back. Im going to get serious for a moment here, because I am no longer drunk and taking pictures of my feet. Lionel and I take our commitment of marriage very seriously, and started doing so LONG before he even proposed. We promised to always respect one another and to communicate. If one of us is being cranky? The other one doesnt push buttons. If one of us feels upset or irritated, even over something seemingly trivial? The other one does not make fun or imply stupidity. We have been together for seven years (married for three), which seems like a drop in the bucket compared to some. And sadly, we are spoiled by one another. Because so many other couples out there dont even see eye to eye when they TRY. Granted, we dont know what goes on in other households, and what actually works for them. There may be couples out there for whom communication is a bad thing. We just cant understand why, is all. Try as we do not to pass judgement, sometimes a little slips out.
Its kind of like when you see parents tell a child no, they cant have another stuffed toy because they have not been nice, and then buy it for them anyway because they start to cry. Not a good parenting choice, right? Well, announcing to the entire crowd at Wavebands that your first date was a $200 trip to Emerils when in fact it was a $10 trip the movies a week earlier? And chiding your man for admitting that fact? Well, lets just say that things like that are only the beginning of what eventually causes huffy, arms-crossed fights on the shores of Serenity Bay.
And this little rant is by no means a statement that a few silly answers on the panel of a game show determines the duration of your relationship; what determines that is how you interact. Smacking your boyfriend when he doesnt read your mind is not the start of a healthy relationship, IMHO. This couple? I give them another few months.
The next two couples? THEY were fun to watch, even when they got the answers wrong. They just laughed and shrugged knowingly at one another. And guess who won? The couple who had been together for 25 years. They were cruising with their grown children, who were in the crowd cheering and whistling in support.
I hope that will be us some day.
Dude, after that serious paragraph? You need afros!
As the bowm-chicka guitar sounds played, we were invaded by the Disco kings...
Sarah stole my eyes!!!!!
It was disco time, baby! There were afros and sparkles everywhere, and Im pretty sure we did the Hustle at least once. I am always amazed by the caliber of performers on this ship, and the seemingly endless amount of energy that they all have. Heck, even The Village People even made an appearance:
YMCA!
That cowboy on the left looks familiar
..where did Lionel go, anyhow?
Sarah and I nearly killed ourselves laughing out loud during this performance. Actually, he was pretty good! I ran up on stage to kiss my cowboy, and we stayed and danced for a few more songs before we decided we had had enough excitement for one day. Lionel placed his cowboy hat back on the table, gave his fellow Village People high fives and handshakes, and we headed back to the room for some shut-eye while the party raged on.
Yep: our vacation was off to a rockin start.
Oh, and the towel animal of the day? A MONKEY!!!!! My favorite!
There are not many things in this world that are cooler than a towel monkey
Tomorrow: The softer side of Nassau!
The reason i look so goofy...is that there were these two people *cough* who kept commenting that in EVERY picture i have my eyes mostly closed. You have ANY idea how hard it is to let someone take your picture after that when it's what you're thinking of every time after that? 
Do you mean to tell me that Lionel didn't get a free drink after donning the bra and everything?
No one here talks about the scavenger hunt. On the RCI boards the subject is alluded to but never fully discussed. I was under the impression that Disney did no such thing.
Not much appetite at breakfast anyway, without those.
because of darn Hurrican Noel.........so guess where we got to go instead? Nassau.............we stayed on the ship.
