Ok, went back to the doc's tonight, got some serious drugs, so hopefully i'll be feeling better real soon.
I do need to insert a bit here that got left out. Can't believe my dear brother didn't remember to say anything either.
You know you're getting senile when you forget to talk about something that you forgot. (jeez, that kind of sounds like yogi berra there doesn't it?)
Bear with me.
Hop aboard my magical taxi/shuttle bus friends and lets return to the land of the Radisson for a moment.
The night before the cruise. DW and I get out all of our clothes for us and the kiddies for the next morning and make sure absolutely everything else is packed and ready to go. I gather the suitcases, take off the airline luggage tags (don't get ahead of me here people, WAIT FOR IT!

) and say to my wife (and I am quoting myself here). Hey hon, remind me in the morning before we leave that I have to get the suitcases and put on the HOLY CRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (only it wasn't crap, it was the mother load, the big magilla, Mr. Hankey, the grand dame of all words for bodily functions, the dreaded S dash-dash-dash)
Yes, dear friends, the wonderful
DCL luggage tags. It was at that precise moment that I realized my tags were nice and safe, tucked ever so neatly and carefully in a folder, marked "Disney" and were safely sitting on my dresser. My dresser back in New Jersey.


Now, this would have been all well and good if this were my one and only faux pas. But no, dear friends, at this moment thoughts of a previous Disney world trip were running through my head. Thoughts of when we drove from the pop century to epcot, parked, rode the tram, got off the tram, walked up to the gates, and as my brother and his family walked through said gates, I reached into my wallet for one of the classic mother hubbard moments of all time. Yes, I left our park tickets in the room safe. But since sooo many other fine folks wanted to go to epcot that day and were still parking in our row, our car was buried by a sea of people. So there we sat, on a bus back to the pop to get our tix, while my brother and his family enjoyed all the wonderful epcot-iness in our absence.
Now, one would THINK after missing out on said wonderful Epcotiness in years gone by, that it would INCONCEIVABLE that the same moron would EVER forget something trip related again. But nooooooooooooo. It seems the memory gods must have been hanging out at a kegger with the drama gods and decided to throw Mikey a curve ball.
So, now friends, hop back aboard said magical taxi/shuttle bus and realize this all happened the night before our incident with our new friends on the bus. So, I may have been just a tad, a smidge, an itsy bitsy bit testy to begin with that day. Now that may shed some more light on what unfolded.
In any event, if you ever find yourself to be an incompetent, forgetful, moron then I highly recommend traveling with a friend or relative.
The fine folks at DCL are kind enough to send out 8 luggage tags. And since my brother must have taken his ginko that week and actually remembered his tags, we just used 3 of his that he didn't need. Since our rooms were side by side, they left them between our 2 rooms anyway, so it worked out fine. Luckily, that was ALL that we forgot.
By the way, if you do find yourself in the same situation and without any backup, I believe during my frantic call to DCL and amidst my jibberish and crying, the CM said we could have them reprinted at the terminal.
Ok, so moving onward now with the second half of Port Canaveral day...