CUBA....here we go!

Driving from the Keys to Miami to drop off car and meet the parents at the airport and start our journey to Cuba.  It was pretty uneventful until we got the call from the golden boy, Julian, who's laptop shit the bed (sorry aunt mary).  Figured out how to get him a new laptop while on the road but had to switch and let Jen drive on the way to airport.  She will literally swerve hard right or left if a text message comes in while driving to check.  It may even be a news feed alert.  Scares the crap out of me.  Anyway, got to terminal and dropped off car and successfully got my dads wine to the terminal for the boat (after bag failed).  I cannot believe how slow the check in process was.  These old folks take forever to do everything.  The wine system of allowing 3 bottles of wine is obviously a honor system because I brought a case and no one checked me out.  My parents arrived with Aunt Diane and Uncle Bill but you would not have known because they were not together during the process.  They left each other like it was an apocalypse and everyone was for themselves.  Once I saw my parents bringing their luggage with them, I said, Why are you bringing your luggage, and my mom said it was easier.  I said, easier then giving them your bags with a pre printed label and they deliver to your room?  she said, yes.  We continued on to carry their luggage for 4 hours until rooms were ready.

I decided at that point the 450 beverage package was a great value and bought it.

Anyway, got to lunch after taking elevator with everyone else and did our small talk about all our ailments (diarrhea, cough, fever, infection, etc.). It was nice to catch up with everyone.

Finished lunch and decided to work out before our muster drill.  52 times around the track later and were finished our 4 miles (13 laps = 1 mile).  Got back in time for the muster drill and what a drill it was. We did everything except actually putting boats in the water.  When it all fails, I wonder what will happen.

Women and children first?  That is kind of crazy.  maybe children under 16 would be appropriate?  What about if I help a women into a boat and use my hand to push her on a boat touching her back side?  is that appropriate?   Not sure what is ok?  Anyway, the people in may group did not understand my thoughts.

Old people will always cut the line and interrupt you when you are doing something.  Is that reverse aging?  We were cut 3 times and interrupted twice (day one).

Went to a beautiful sting quartet with my parents and it was great.  I wish michael never quit the violin (my grandfather used to say all the time when he quit in the 4th grade).  He never got the dollar of the concert performance. It was quite beautiful as I sat there wondering if the bulkheads were high enough to keep water from seeping over each other and sinking the boat.

It all reminded me of my music teacher Jeremy Kempton, who used to flip out and lose complete control and knock over all the front section of our band (stands, music, etc) in High school because he was pissed.  All the flutes, clarinetist, and strings used to have to pick up all the debris when he flipped out and pick up before we can continue. It was usually caused because the T-bones were fucking around.

Dinner was great and we only lost my dad for about 20 minutes.   Mom went to a lecture which we all decided was a bad idea for us (we can learn what she learned at breakfast).  Anyway, home to write blog and wait for tomorrow.  Breakfast at 900 am so more to come.   Havana at 2 Pm.