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Todays drink of the day is Coquito!
Coquito, according to Wikipedia, is the Puerto Rican version of eggnog. Which to me is a total misnomer, because only about 25% of the people I know actually LIKE eggnog (I am including myself in the 25%, as I have a small carton of Silk Nog sitting in the refrigerator door as we speak
..I actually prefer it to true eggnog) but 100% of the people I know who have tried Coquito have attempted to steal the remainder of it from our clutches shortly thereafter. We are fortunate to have a dear friend who makes it every year (and who occasionally experiments with other flavors, like chocolate *drool*). This year? He gave us A WHOLE GALLON. I resolve to drink some every night, and to value our friendship with every *hic* sip.
*Hic*
And now, some of the things I forgot to mention in my last update. Namely, that I was hung over (imagine that) from the champagne punch we served at said Christmas party (no, it had NOTHING to do with the Coquito). But, also I meant to mention that:
- we saw more drunk people in Serenity Bay than we have EVER seen before, ANYWHERE on the Disney boat. I guess when its too cold to go in the water, you have to do SOMETHING. Right? Fortunately, most of them were not too obnoxious.
- except for that couple that was in Match Your Mate a few days ago. I dont know what he did, or how drunk she was, but I do know she was mad at him for something and that he was talking a mile a minute to get out of trouble. Didnt look like it was working, from what I could gather.
- that photo of the drink and the boat? It took about seven tries to get it right. I kept getting a giant close-up of a pineapple wedge. Heh.
Also, I neglected to include this mediocre photo of my feet at SB. It is by far the lamest foot photo I have taken to date:
Ho, hum.....these feet are mighty chilly......
Anyhow, where were we? Oh, yeah. Heading back to the boat. I snapped a profile of our lovely Disney Wonder, her nose protruding in a stately manner, highlighted by the ominous clouds in the background. I thought it looked pretty neat. What I failed to notice, however, was the omen: DARK CLOUDS.
The Wonder's Roman nose
Dark clouds = breezy conditions. Breezy conditions = waves. Waves + breeze + sailing through the ocean = a rocking boat. Oh, Lordy. Its a good thing I am not the seasick type, because I imagine a lot of folks were yakkin allllllll night long. Me? I had ginger chews. And I did eat them. But well get to that later.
For now, we were parked at CC, and all three of us were perched on the shelf of a hot tub, each in front of a jet of water. Through the plexiglass, we could see the conditions getting broodier and broodier as we basked in the warmth of the Jacuzzi. And despite the fact that we did not get to snorkel, or otherwise enjoy the crystal clear Bahamian waters that morning? Or afternoon? We were all rather content. In fact, I think that adding several outdoor hot tubs would be the only way they could improve Serenity Bay. How awesome would that be? I need to fill out a comment card.
Anyhow, the only thing better than sitting in a hot tub on a private island in the Caribbean is sitting in an adults-only café, sipping alcoholic coffee beverages and playing European board games, while parked in a boat at a private island in the Caribbean. Well, if youre a geek, anyhow.
I have a Café Toledo, which is coffee with Baileys and Kahlua. It wasnt so much alcoholic as it was ridiculously sweet and caffeinated. Which was still quite nice. Especially as the rain started pounding against the door of the Cove Café. Yes, my friends, we picked the perfect time to head indoors and grab a hot beverage. Because it was getting pretty ugly outside.
Now, I have no delusions of having survived the most inclement weather a Disney boat has ever seen. I had friends on the Transatlantic crossing, and they told me tales of 20 foot swells and people vomiting overboard (which, in retrospect, makes a veranda room on a TA crossing so much less appealing
..watching falling vomit is not my idea of a lovely ocean view). It was, however, the worst we had ever been through on any of our sailings. After losing miserably to Sarah YET AGAIN (she always wins, its not fair!), we headed to the gift shop to do some shopping for my parents who were watching our dog while we were away.
Yar, I be beatin' ye at Settlers of Catan, arrrrr
Actually, we didnt so much head to the gift shop as we did STAGGER. But only a little bit. Just enough to notice.
I bought my step-mom a logo polo shirt, and I got my dad a pirate Pluto and some animal cookies which were housed in a Disney boat. Nothing too crazy, as we were on a budget. I must have looked like I wanted more, because the cashier said to me do you like pins?
Who, me? Me, who has a little folio of pins from every park? Me, who scours cast lanyards for hitchhiking ghosts? Me, who refuses to tally the cost of all of her tin crack for fear that it might equal more than three mortgage payments? Yes, you could say that I like pins.
He smiled at me, and pulled something from under the counter which he slipped into my bag.
Dont look at it until you leave, ok?
Err, ok. I hope its not your phone number, or your AIM screenname, dude. Im married. I smiled and took the bag, warily glancing inside to make sure nothing was moving around in there of its own volition.
Outside, I discovered that he had given me two YOMD pins, featuring Tinkerbell! In all of our Disney excursions since the YOMD (which is apparently turning into the couple of years of a million dreams) began, this is only the second time we have been granted a dream. The first was when we boozed around the world with a gaggle of geeks, and we got special mouse ears. That was waaaaaaaay back in October of 2006. So naturally I was, as the Scottish say, dead chuffed. ***
*** Google it
So, back on the boat. Were swaying, weve bought gifts, yada yada. Back in the room, I packed everything up nice and early to eliminate any chance of a repeat of last years last minute packing fiasco, which was less than fun. Sarah and I counted three sets each of H2O products between the two of us. A word to the wise every time you put them in your bedside table for "safe keeping"? A new trio of shampoo, conditioner and body butter will appear. And it all smells great. So, steal away.
After packing, Lionel and I realized that while we had shown Sarah our favorite place on the boat, we had not really spent much quality time there. Naturally, I am talking about the chairs on deck 4. NATURALLY! Being the last night, most everyone was lining up for photos and dinner, which means most of the deck was completely empty.
Score.
We read, and read, and lounged, and lounged. A few times I got up to look overboard, impressed by the sound of the crashing waves and also by the height of the spray along the sides of the boat. Finally, right before sunset, I got the bright idea to go and get my camera from the room. And then, by the time I got back? It was dark. So instead of impressive waves, I captured what looks like a slightly foamy ocean.
The waves were 4-8 feet, according to the monitors inside.....which is about 4-8 feet higher than they appear in these photos.
Ah, well.
We sat and read some more, and I did my best to savor the moment for what it was. Every time I think of this boat, I wish I were sitting in those chairs, reading a book and absorbing the wonderful salt air in the breeze. We were there for about two hours, and I relished every single minute of them. In fact, here is what I wrote in my notepad:
Sounds of the ocean, thoughts of vastness and the beauty of it all. Salt air on my lips. Rain blurring the horizon. The only sound is that of the rain and the waves.
That was supposed to remind me of some deep and meaningful thoughts I was having about life and why we are here on this earth, but sadly I cant remember what they were anymore. Looking back at the paragraph, though, I think what I wrote says it all. Even with the rain, it was beautiful.
We read, because we are geeks.
When we got home, Lionel asked me what my favorite part of the cruise was. And do you know what I told him?
Sitting on deck four that night.
He agreed.
Consider this moment savored!
Sarah would probably say her favorite part was beating us at our favorite game TWICE. Or, it would be seeing her favorite animal in towel form as we went back to the room to dress for dinner:
As Sarah would say, "an ephelant!" (sic)
Up next: Mae West, and a CC islander!