1/05
It’s our favorite day of the cruise – and I have one kid that cannot wait to jump off the boat and stake our claim at the beach. “Are we there yet? Please, please, please, can we get off the boat?” Yep – that would be Dave. “Honey – I’m going to go for a run on the beach.”
“Dave – we aren’t even docked yet. Do you plan on adding a swim to that run? We have a bike rental too, maybe you can create your own Castaway Tri-athalon.” Of course, my Castaway Triathalon would consist of tanning, drinking, and eating. My kind of exercise.
The boat docks and if it wasn’t for the lifeboat in the way of our window, I’m fairly certain that I could have seen Dave elbowing past the crew and the characters in a sprint to find that perfect place to enjoy a tropical drink (do you think the bar is actually open that early?). Now, Dave will claim he wants to get off the boat early all in the spirit of family fun – you know, find those beach chairs and hammocks so we can sit back, relax and enjoy ourselves. But – this being our third year on the boat, I’m on to him. You see, everyone walks off the boat and then drops their gear at the first available beach chair. We opt for the “Reverse-Cruise-Psychology” – go as far away as possible, to the edge of the family beach, and then drop your things. Perfect – no one is ever there, close to the bar, the bathrooms, away from the crowd.
I take the kids up to Topsiders for our last meal of bacon and another side of bacon with that bacon. When who do we run into? Our good friend Nicoleta. I nervously ask her,
“So, how are you feeling?” “Oh, much better, thanks for asking.”
“Umm...24 hour flu?" “Oh no, I threw out my back and couldn’t lift my service tray.” Whew, turns out Max is not ground zero of missing crew members.
The kids frolic in the water with Dave and Rick, while you know what I’m doing. “Miss – can I have a Pina Colada please?” Julianna’s family is parked next to us and there is now group outing to go snorkeling. “Come on Su, don that life vest and come snorkeling with us.” Dave looks at me like, “So – what are you going to say now?”
“Umm…you know, I’m more a beach person, go ahead, I think the boys want to stay back – and Delaney, if you see a Shark, swim very, very fast.”
Let's see, take 1 cup of sand, add 1 bucket of water, stir and make a mess...
Mom...are you coming?
In Max’s over-the-top fascination with Thomas The Train (it’s only a shame Thomas is not a licensed Disney character), he has decided to beach himself with his DVD of Thomas. While Max is enjoying his own “Walk-In-Beach-Movie-Theatre”, I decide to kidnap Jack for a little bike ride. The great debate – two bikes or one bike with the attached seat on the back. After some protest from Jack (but mommy, I want my OWN bike), I decide that the one bike option is better, unless you enjoy riding around in a 10’ circle for an hour. I strap Jack in and head off to…not really sure. After following some randomly placed signs, we make it over to a look-out tower at the other side of the island where if you climb up three stories, you can look out and see the “other side of the island.” Clearly, Disney spent all it’s money cleaning up one side of the island, and the other side? Well, doesn’t really look habitable – except there is a sign for “Crew Only, do not enter.” Hmm…I’m wondering where exactly the 50 crew members live on the island and find myself very, very tempted to find out. But – I’m fairly certain, this will once again jeopardize my family from ever enjoying this island again, so I move on.
"Mommy, why doesn't Mickey Mouse ever take a ride on Thomas The Train?"
After lunch and more beach time for the boys, I pack them up and head back to the boat. Dave and Delaney have decided to stay to enjoy the beach, while I do what every other mom is going to do – start packing. The pile of laundry is beginning to overtake our closet and think, “Hey, I do have all that Tide with me – why not get a head start.” Can you believe it, there is a line out the door for the washers and dryers and then I learn, “It’s tough to have an original idea on a boat with 2,000 people.”
After making it back to our room, and flipping through one of the many Disney-designated channels, I look around the room, start to organize and come across one very important piece of information – Dave’s KTTW card. It’s like Déjà vu, his card is in the room and he’s out there on the island. So – like any good wife would do…I do nothing. It’s good to teach him a lesson, and if he’s stuck on the island until the Wonder can pick him up in a couple of days, I’m sure he won’t complain.
"Delaney, do you have my key card?"
While the boys are watching T.V. in their room, I decide to get changed out of my beach clothes into my boat clothes – really, not much of a difference here but it’s the thought that counts. While I’m changing, out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of yellow. Oh no – clean-up outside of room 5022! It’s the yellow-jumpsuit guy and I have very few clothes on. In a panic, I run into the kids room and then scream again, yellow-jumpsuit guy in now outside of the kids room. Since I have now no idea where to go (umm..did you ever think of using a bathroom Su?), I decide to do as anyone in my situation would do – stand between the adjoining doors and hope that no one sees me. From my Midwestern upbringing, I also realize that this is probably also the safest position if there’s a tornado on the boat as well. Or was that in the basement with your head down? I feel like I’m in an aquarium with the yellow jumpsuit guys – don’t really know I’m on the “swimming with the fishes side” or the “hey, look at how fast that Half-Asian fish can swim” side.
Dave and Delaney finally return moments before the ship departs. While holding up a piece of crucial evidence in my hand,
“Dave – how exactly did you get back on the boat?” he answers, “Easy – just told them that they didn’t want me to call my wife to have to come down and give me my card.” When all the kids (big kids too) now accounted for, it’s time to take them to the last show of the week. No longer relegated to the front row aisle thanks to Delaney’s Disney Questionnaire debut, we find our seats…in the second row, two seats in.
First a magician comes up who looks like he could have birthed Barney The Dinosaur himself. Purple is clearly his favorite color and he asks two youngsters to join him on stage. After putting two large oversized cards into “magic bags”, he tells the kids he’s going to magically swap the cards on the count of three. “One, two, three...okay, show me your cards.” And what happened next is every magician’s worst nightmare – one of the youngsters “accidentally” shows the original-non-switched card, he figured out the trick and now Barney is exposed. On to my favorite part of the show…Brent. Brent finishes out the show saying he’s met some very lovely people on the boat (give me names Brent…I can be nicer and lovelier than them….) and would also like to thank all the grandparents. Brent goes on to say, “And I met one set of grandparents that paid for all 42 family members on the cruise.” How do I get adopted by that family?
After the show, it’s one last night at the Oceaneer’s Club for Jack and Delaney and Max is asking to go to his “classroom”, also known as Nemo’s Lullaby or Flounder’s Reef. And it’s off to our last night at Palo’s with Rick and Kathy, also our Palo server Alex’s last night on the ship as well.
We make our way up to Palo’s, dab our eyes knowing it’s our last dinner on board, and rub our bellies, knowing full well they’re bound to expand by at least a foot in the next couple of hours. We’re seated in Alex’s section and egads…no Alex! Our new server says, “I’m very sorry, Alex is feeling ill tonight.” Ah, the missing crew member syndrome continues! “No, no, no…he’s really sick…he’s not packing and swinging one back at the crew bar, counting down the minutes until he can leave. Really, really, sick.”
We contemplate the menu – like it’s the first time we’ve seen it and something new might magically appear – and then we all decide to repeat our first Palo dinner. With thoughts of Chicago on the horizon, it’s back to Bessie and a little red meat and potatoes. Mayor Daley would be so proud. As we are sipping our wine, we hold hands, sing Kum-By-Yah around the glow of the candle and discuss what our most memorable experiences were on the boat. Dave says, “
Castaway Cay.” I say, “My Spa Alone Time (well, it was memorable…) and Rick and Kathy exclaim, “The Buffets!” The Buffets? What Buffets – we never went to any buffets. We’ve been Grandparent-Punked! It appears that although they “claimed to be tired” and “helped us get our kids to bed”, Rick and Kathy then turned the corner, made sure we were all snug in our rooms…and bolted for the closest 50’ table of gastronomical, butter-filled, non calorie counting treats. “Oh, those turkey legs at the Pirate buffet.” “What about those Chocolate Covered Strawberries at the Dessert Buffet?” “Oh, and don’t forget about the New Year’s Eve buffet and the nice couple we sat with.” Dave and I suddenly feel like we’re in the middle of a Disney commercial and we’re waiting for the cameras to pop out. Thankfully, there’s no buffet for us to find tonight (although if there were, Rick and Kathy would be first in line apparently) and the only thing left for the evening is to find our kids and retreat to our room…for one last night.