Huh? Mumble-wumble - wassat? **Yawn** Jason is shaking Brenda's shoulders...time to wake up sleeping-not-so-beauty. I stretch...the sound of popping hip ligaments and cracking vertebrae richochet like gunshots around our cabin. Jason stares...amazed. Do you make these sounds every morning when you get out of bed?
I tell him this is nothing - he should hear the sounds I make just getting up from my desk at work.
I am refreshed! There is just enough time before our DISmeet and I decide to order more room service - I'll take that tuna salad and fruit again. No, thanks, I'm not interested in some nasty mexican salad or yeccch...chili. Room service shows up again in about 15 minutes (that's way better than any land-based hotel) and I inhale the food. Now I really feel better.
Our meet is planned for Deck 9, near the spa and adult pool. I'm sure all the people who are trying to relax there between 1PM and 2PM that afternoon really appreciate the noise that the twenty or so of us are making. I am tickled at the number of Molar Expressors who decide to re-meet after tag. Jason and I bring the vile Cubs banner that Paul left us...and bless his heart if he doesn't show up wearing the equally vile St. Louis Cardinals button and bobble-head pin that I tagged him with (he off-sets the sacrilige with his Cubs hat). Nothing like a 12-month baseball rivalry to fan the creative tag fires...and now I find myself in the same boat (ha ha) as him...both our teams are loo-sahs. Sounds like the game was fun for everyone involved - and some tags were extremely creative. We feel very fortunate to have hooked up with such a thoughtful fun-loving group. I feel sad that the cruise is almost over and future contact with many of these people will probably be limited.
*Sheeeshhh...there's that unexpected sentiment thing again. Your author apologizes for this extremely annoying recurrent emotional issue and promises to address her hormonal imbalances as soon as possible.*
Jason roams around taking pictures of the meet and I go to Cove Cafe...I owe Paul a mochaccino for being such a good sport and for all his hard work in putting together a fabulous Yahoo! site for our cruise. I learn that several Molars have discovered the joy of mochaccinos this week and I am pleased...as I leave CC with one in each hand (I can't let him drink alone!) Suzie and her husband are walking by on their way to the meet.
"Ooooohhhh, what's that?" She asks, gazing at the whipped cream that tops both cups.
"The nectar of the Gods," I reply. "Go forth and ask for it by name."
Actually I just tell her the truth and I suggest that they both try one, but I think the above response is much funnier.
We spend a great deal of time organizing for a group shot that some wonderful cast member takes with something like fifty cameras. And then...we disperse. Jason and I head back to the room and then the spa...a little rainforest before the naughty mud sounds pretty good right about now.
The previously aforementioned Surial Bath is also called the Exotic Rasul and I have been referring to it as the Naughty Mud Treatment for Two since we tried it last year. The treatment suite has a shower, a sitting area that usually has spa products you can try on yourself or each other, and a steam room with small seating alcoves, shower heads, and a fountain. Once you're in the room the door locks automatically from the inside (or so they say) and it's up to you to decide how best to spend your time.
Jason and I decide to *********************************CENSORED and then we wonder just how much time we have left before the !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CENSORED and then @@@@@@@@@@@@@@CENSORED. I suppose I should have mentioned earlier that this part of my trip report received an NC-17 rating and was actually banned by 47 libraries before even being published here.
Time flies, that's all I know, and our private retreat is over. We decide to head back to the Rainforest for some more relaxation and run into Nancy and Chuck and Jo and Danny...they are Molar Express members, too. We have a nice chat about the joys of
DCL and before long my stomach rumbles. I am hungry...again!
I crave junk, so we go back to Plutos Dog House and enjoy some hot dogs and fries in the moist late afternoon air before returning to the room to have another water-conserving shower.
***dear reader, we are currently experiencing severe weather in the OFallon / St. Louis area and I may lose my connection. At this point I must leave you but I shall return. Thanks for reading!**
B.
