observation of the cold, hard truth

Monday, 8:30 p.m. (Chicago)

The roommate and I are seated in silence on our respective sofas, laptops on laps. She looks over at me inquisitively then scans the room as if searching for a sound in the distance that she can't quite place. She looks back at me. "Please take note that we are currently tracking football on our computers while our superhero show is recording on the Tivo."

ahoy, mateys!

The cruise? I can't talk about it. It was that perfect and relaxing and gorgeous. Here are some pictures (that I can barely look at without tearing up and throwing up in my mouth a little).

the ship, her majesty of the sea, docked in key west

complimentary champagne

some island somewhere in the caribbean

sunset from the ship

in our grand suite (the garnet suite, if you will)

whooooo lives in a pineapple under the sea...

(the roommate goes into more detail here if you're interested)

gone fishin'

For the next week you can find me somewhere in the Caribbean. Actually, scratch that. You won't be able to find me because I will have little to no phone or email access... what a dream.

stats from the road...

Wednesday, 8:16 p.m. (Ft. Lauderdale)


Humidity: 87%

Temperature set on thermostat to keep hotel room from feeling muggy: 64 degrees (F)

Days until cruise: 4

Stray cats outside of hotel with one eye missing, the other badly deformed and a litter of kittens: 1