"Hey John, do you think I am underdressed for dinner in my
Tommy Bahama lounge wear?" Alex asked. "No,
I think you will be alright, Tyrone will most likely be wearing a wine stained
undershirt," I replied. Then Tyrone
enters dressed to the nines in dress shoes, button down, Showered!, --Yeah Al,
lounge wear might be a little informal. On
a side note, Ali is once again meddling with her daughter's love life and
interestingly enough, she and Ty have found an Irishman from Northern Ireland who
might just fit the bill. After small
talk and then exchanging of pictures of their daughter (after they cropped
Brenna out of the picture), Jen walks over to warn the young man, that our nick
name for Bridgett is the Irish Car Bomb. Unbeknownst to her, when you say "Irish Car Bomb" to a Northern Irelander, it is
game on. Maybe not the best relationship, but at least Tyrone made a friend. I
was walking down to steerage with Tyrone and Ali last night when I hear from
across the ship, “What’s up Mother Fucker” being yelled by what looked like an
officer and a waiter. Just one of Ty’s
friends from the bar.
Happy Halloween everyone, and I forgot my Gorilla Costume but
we had a great day touring and now at the lounge getting our pregame on for the
big Halloween party. You see, we now
have an issue brewing because Ali has been really flirting with Mr. Wonderful,
who now knows how to read Jenny and there is literally a plate of limes sitting
on the table. Tyrone has fancied himself
with Oksana, (who still hates me) and to make things worse, they are both drinking. Luckily Tyrone is not a jealous guy
(lol). As this fairy tale brews, I want
to shout out to Brooke and Abby and all the kids on Halloween. I also want to say, I will miss adult trick
or treating with Glenn and the LA crowd this year. To be
honest with you, I don’t get why Oksana is so mean to me. These Russian Girls do not take shit, even on
a cruise where everyone kisses your ass.
I have 4 days left to win her affection or get slapped in the face. Jackie did say, if a Russian tells you to go
with her, you must obey. The Party started heating up and Tyrone was
in Rare (normal) form. He danced with
everyone, sang a song, you can imagine the rest. Then I hear him yell across the dance floor
(keep in mind we are the youngest people on a cruise with average age of
80). “Hey, Al Pacino!” Now we go into a full Italian name contest yelling
every possible Italian slang word for the waiter who looks Italian but is
actually from Bulgaria. Jen made us go
to bed at 10:30 PM.
The next morning breakfast came quick and I saw something I
have never seen before. Jessee came to
the table and we got a new waiter and she asked for her normal ice cream for
desert and he said, “oh, you needed to order that when you first got here, they
may not be any left.” The asshole waiter exclaimed. I was immediately transferred from the Turkish
Prison to the Arctic Circle with Jessee’s look. Jessee stood up and said, "don’t you worry,
I will go ask the head chef for myself! " I have never seen this from Jessee and enjoyed every moment. If I could go back in time, I would like to
see that face and capture it on my camera—Radio Gold. Our normal waiter, who must have felt the
stress in the dining room came over and got Jessee her Ice Cream and 10 min
later when the asshole came back with ice cream, it became very awkward. We do not speak to him anymore. Out for the walk in town. We decided to sign up for the fast walk (with healthier faster walking folks), which
consequently became the slow walk as Jackie’s "slow" group was in front of us. Hiked to the top of a hill and saw Roman
structures from 100 BC. Back to boat in
the nick of time for lunch. We all went
our separate ways and met up at the bar that afternoon for a bloody Mary and more
wine. When I piss now, it is red wine
and I think Tyrone cut himself and Ali drank his blood and it was Pinot Noir. Ali and Tyrone, god forbid if they actually
sell their house are going to do everything.
We will go on that trip, once we sell our house. Basically, it has become, fill in the blank, We will definitely go/do __________________
once we sell our house.
Funny bit of new news, everyone knows about Jessee and each
waiter and waitress is now kissing her ass everytime they walk by. Gossip spreads quick on this boat. It might have been Tyrone at the after
party.
The VIP party for anyone that has cruised before was being
set up and guess who was front and center, not only taking the best seats, but
holding 6 or the 8 we had? The real VIP’s
were sitting on folding chairs behind us.
We enjoyed the VIP talk and all decided we would love it if J & S
bought us a cruise every year. We all had Martinis but mine was the best. Dinner,
Party, Rest, Wake, Breakfast (bed time was 10:30 PM). By the way, I have only scored 10’s on my
behavior this whole week (except for Paris but that is being disputed). Early walk through the town where the guy
that created the suspension bridge lived.
I’d like to punch that mother fucker in the face every time I go over
the George Washington (even though it is not suspension). Beautiful town and we rode a real steam train
(James would love it). Back to the boat
in time to hear our names announced as missing, but in time, nonetheless. I got a nice sweater and Tyrone got shoes
and a shirt. Ali got a pocket book and I
think a gift for Mr. Wonderful. Lunch
and Nap and here we are. I would like to
shout out to Dave Anderson for selling a boat, Julian and Annie for their anniversary
and Alex, who ended up not having anything to do while his parents paid Abby to
watch Brooke. More to come soon. BTW, yes that is Tyrone wearing the chef hat while trying to gift his daughter to a northern Ireland Chef.
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