Thursday, May 3, 2007
This cruise is always pretty tame. We go to Cape Canaveral and go to the mall and see a movie. Then we go to Nassau, and go to Starbucks. Then we have our show. Then we go to the private island and get tropical drinks and hang out. Don’t get me wrong; it’s nice, but just not as exciting as the other cruise.
It’s been a busy week—we are working in a new actor, so an extra rehearsal, plus, saying goodbye to Darryl and welcoming the new guy.
I’ve barely had time to nap!
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Walmart and snacks
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Wal-Mart! The crew bus makes 3 stops in Cape Cocoa/Cocoa Beach: Wal-Mart, the mall and Cocoa Beach. Since my friend Amy is coming on board this week, I went to Wal-Mart and stocked up on Baked Cheetos, diet sodas and nuts.
Let me say this, I really hate shopping at Wal-Mart. I feel guilty for shopping there because, as a card-carrying Liberal, I know they discourage unions and women aren’t paid or promoted fairly and the introduction of a Wal-Mart into a community will often drive smaller local businesses out of business. But mainly, all the choices overwhelm me. I won’t even enter the place unless I have a list, because there is just too much G-D stuff there. So, it’s hard for me to shop there. But, it’s the only place the bus goes, so my choices are pretty limited. Do any of you know if the conditions are better at Target or Kmart? Do we hear more about Wal-Mart because they are so huge? I’ve tried to google this topic, but haven’t gotten very far or found any unbiased evidence.
Anyway, Amy and I both love snacks and crazy diet soda combos, ala, Diet Black Cherry Citrus Fresca, or Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, or Diet Caffeine Free Pepsi (so you can drink one late at night but not be over-caffeinated).
I barely made the bus—I had to run and wave my arms to stop it. I had purchased more then I could carry and struggled with my bags. Thankfully, a nice man helped me with the three 12 packs of soda I had so carefully selected. I’m a pretty practical person, except when it comes to estimating what I can carry by hand. I always always forgot that pop is heavy or that laundry detergent weighs a ton or that I can’t fit 10 pounds of chicken, 2 cartons of grapefruit juice and a bunch of bananas in my backpack to ride home on my bike.
Thank goodness for Carly and Darryl, who helped me carry it all up to my room.
Wal-Mart! The crew bus makes 3 stops in Cape Cocoa/Cocoa Beach: Wal-Mart, the mall and Cocoa Beach. Since my friend Amy is coming on board this week, I went to Wal-Mart and stocked up on Baked Cheetos, diet sodas and nuts.
Let me say this, I really hate shopping at Wal-Mart. I feel guilty for shopping there because, as a card-carrying Liberal, I know they discourage unions and women aren’t paid or promoted fairly and the introduction of a Wal-Mart into a community will often drive smaller local businesses out of business. But mainly, all the choices overwhelm me. I won’t even enter the place unless I have a list, because there is just too much G-D stuff there. So, it’s hard for me to shop there. But, it’s the only place the bus goes, so my choices are pretty limited. Do any of you know if the conditions are better at Target or Kmart? Do we hear more about Wal-Mart because they are so huge? I’ve tried to google this topic, but haven’t gotten very far or found any unbiased evidence.
Anyway, Amy and I both love snacks and crazy diet soda combos, ala, Diet Black Cherry Citrus Fresca, or Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper, or Diet Caffeine Free Pepsi (so you can drink one late at night but not be over-caffeinated).
I barely made the bus—I had to run and wave my arms to stop it. I had purchased more then I could carry and struggled with my bags. Thankfully, a nice man helped me with the three 12 packs of soda I had so carefully selected. I’m a pretty practical person, except when it comes to estimating what I can carry by hand. I always always forgot that pop is heavy or that laundry detergent weighs a ton or that I can’t fit 10 pounds of chicken, 2 cartons of grapefruit juice and a bunch of bananas in my backpack to ride home on my bike.
Thank goodness for Carly and Darryl, who helped me carry it all up to my room.
Band Geek in NY
Sunday, April 29, 2007
NY day. I was walking on 53rd and 7th, when I heard a marching band! It was a group from the Brooklyn Academy of Music and Arts. They sounded GREAT, and seemed to be part of a fair housing/stop the city from demolishing our building kind of rally. I was befuddled by the street protestors who held up signs on sticks with pics of what looked like modern art and photographs. The band seemed befuddled, but good-naturedly excited for the gig. There was one police officer on hand, and some barriers. The “protestors/picketers” were jamming to the band and seemed thrilled by the crowd they were attracting. But I really, even after concentrated effort, couldn’t figure out what was going on. I didn’t ask, because I’m a little shy about asking for directions or clarification from strangers.
But, I LOVED the band!
Private Party, private dancer
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Tonight was Dl’s birthday. He reserved the private Karaoke room for his party. We all went, and sang a bunch of silly and good songs. Homer and I did a duet to the B-52’s “Love Shack” that went over pretty well.
The karaoke rooms are tucked behind Shanghai bar, and the unconfirmed rumour is that they used to be “special” rooms for high rollers when our ship was a gambling ship.
I told Brian and Jeremy the rumour and they kind of looked down on the leather banquette with a face and lifted their hands like they were covered in goo, and said “Ewww”.
Tonight was Dl’s birthday. He reserved the private Karaoke room for his party. We all went, and sang a bunch of silly and good songs. Homer and I did a duet to the B-52’s “Love Shack” that went over pretty well.
The karaoke rooms are tucked behind Shanghai bar, and the unconfirmed rumour is that they used to be “special” rooms for high rollers when our ship was a gambling ship.
I told Brian and Jeremy the rumour and they kind of looked down on the leather banquette with a face and lifted their hands like they were covered in goo, and said “Ewww”.
Secret Mission, mission successful.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Right before I left Chicago to come on the boat, my friend Sue and Paul told me about a secret place where no passengers go. Sue wrote out directions for me, and Carly, Darryl and Jeremy and I went today. Following Sue’s directions was like following a treasure map—and as each part worked out, I felt a personal sense of accomplishment, much like a pirate must feel as he makes his way to the “X” spot on his map.
The secret place lived up to the hype and more, but we’ve all been sworn to secrecy about this place.
It’s got a beach, free wireless, it’s an island and an amazing story about the couple who originally built on it in the 1930s.
That’s all I’ll say. You can’t get it out of me for all the rum in the world!
Right before I left Chicago to come on the boat, my friend Sue and Paul told me about a secret place where no passengers go. Sue wrote out directions for me, and Carly, Darryl and Jeremy and I went today. Following Sue’s directions was like following a treasure map—and as each part worked out, I felt a personal sense of accomplishment, much like a pirate must feel as he makes his way to the “X” spot on his map.
The secret place lived up to the hype and more, but we’ve all been sworn to secrecy about this place.
It’s got a beach, free wireless, it’s an island and an amazing story about the couple who originally built on it in the 1930s.
That’s all I’ll say. You can’t get it out of me for all the rum in the world!
For sure
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Being on the boat is, to me, like being in high school. You go into the cafeteria (Which is Raffles for us), and see your friends there. You may or may not go sit at their table, depending on the evidence you gather. For instance, today I saw Brian with his computer opened, so I left him alone. Then, oh my god, while I was eating, Daniel the singer cam by to invite the SC cast to a Karaoke night on Thursday for his , gasp, 25th birthday. But then, I was getting ice cream after a delicious Ceaser salad, and Brian was also totally getting ice cream. So, we decided to, like, go outside, and ran into three of the dancers. Out on the terrace, Jeremy was there, too. It was totally fun.
TTFN
BFF
CUlater
LYLAS
Being on the boat is, to me, like being in high school. You go into the cafeteria (Which is Raffles for us), and see your friends there. You may or may not go sit at their table, depending on the evidence you gather. For instance, today I saw Brian with his computer opened, so I left him alone. Then, oh my god, while I was eating, Daniel the singer cam by to invite the SC cast to a Karaoke night on Thursday for his , gasp, 25th birthday. But then, I was getting ice cream after a delicious Ceaser salad, and Brian was also totally getting ice cream. So, we decided to, like, go outside, and ran into three of the dancers. Out on the terrace, Jeremy was there, too. It was totally fun.
TTFN
BFF
CUlater
LYLAS
Bermuda Triangle
Monday April 23, 2007
Our first visit to Bermuda, and it was LOVELY. We wondered about Hamilton, and found an amazing sloped garden with incredible impatiens. Then, a stop by the historical museum and the Hogpenny Pub for fish and chips. Cheerio chap!
The skunks smells his own stink first
Sunday, April 22, 2007
It’s a beautiful sea day today—the sun is shining, the ocean is sparkling and the seas are fairly calm.
In the internet café, which sits just outside of the Galaxy of the Stars, one of the prime dance/entertainment areas, I sat next to a middle-aged man. He was sitting at the monitor, while his wife hovered over him. It seemed he was having trouble logging into his email, and his wife kept telling him he needed to log in to the internet. They were bickering a bit, but he kept being distracted by the music from the Galaxy of the Stars.
He: “Where is that music coming from? This thing is so slow…it must need to connect to the satellite”
She: “You have to log in first.”
He: “I’m already logged in, it’s just not taking my password. Oh! Where is that music coming from? I really like this song. (The band is playing the perennial favorite, “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summers). I could really dance to this song.”
I logged out, but he continued to wrestle with the SLOW internet and be distracted by the music and it’s origin.
On the way back to my room, I smelled another giant fart. I keep running into fart clouds this cruise, and I keep thinking it’s me.
It’s a beautiful sea day today—the sun is shining, the ocean is sparkling and the seas are fairly calm.
In the internet café, which sits just outside of the Galaxy of the Stars, one of the prime dance/entertainment areas, I sat next to a middle-aged man. He was sitting at the monitor, while his wife hovered over him. It seemed he was having trouble logging into his email, and his wife kept telling him he needed to log in to the internet. They were bickering a bit, but he kept being distracted by the music from the Galaxy of the Stars.
He: “Where is that music coming from? This thing is so slow…it must need to connect to the satellite”
She: “You have to log in first.”
He: “I’m already logged in, it’s just not taking my password. Oh! Where is that music coming from? I really like this song. (The band is playing the perennial favorite, “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summers). I could really dance to this song.”
I logged out, but he continued to wrestle with the SLOW internet and be distracted by the music and it’s origin.
On the way back to my room, I smelled another giant fart. I keep running into fart clouds this cruise, and I keep thinking it’s me.
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