Y-O, Day 8
Traveling home sucks. Especially on an hours sleep.
Bah. Woken up one last time by Kevin and his giant banging arms.
Apparently, after lots of beer, moonshine and an hour of sleep, waking up isn't easy to do. And That's also where I get hangovers, since water really wasn't in my vocabulary on Saturday.
Woke up, stumbled around, left the tip for the room steward. Shambled over to Mustifa's room, downed a half dozen advil and 2 glasses of water. Then we went to breakfast. I think I had french toast but I really don't remember. I just remember shoveling something in my mouth to soak up the beer and gulping down as much water as the waiter could get to me.
We waited out on one of the decks for everyone to show up, then we disembarked. Wandered down to the baggage claim area, found our bags. Of course, Kristy again, she couldn't find her bag in the 5 second she looked so it must be stolen or missing. Oh, no, there it is in the next row. Bah.
Grabbed all our stuff and went through customs. I told them I had < $100 in booze on me, and that was it. The guy didn't even ask to see my passport. Waived me through, said welcome home, and that was that.
Got outside to the cab area, and there's another Nikki screwup. She didn't put all our names on the American Airlines transfer buses. For some reason, it was only my room, me, Jesse and Mat. Weird. Anyway, Mustifa went to work and 20 minutes later we were all ona bus for the San Juan airport.
Apparently I was really, really tired, because I started to doze off on the bus. And slide down the seat. At one point, I really did pass out, and then I heard Mustifa yell "Hey look, Adam made another new friend!" At that point I woke up to find myself laying my head on the shoulder of the guy next to me. Who I didn't know. Oops. I grumbled an apology, tossed my head backwards over the seat and passed out again until we hit the airport.
Got all our bags checked, the long way. Waited in line for a half hour for a e-kiosk to check in. Then they call your name and take your bags. Go through security and poor Kristy gets stopped for something. I think it was her belt. She gets the grand patdown/x-ray wand. Funny stuff.
We find our terminal and we're 1 1/2 hours early. I take this as my cue, stuff my bookbag carryon with shirts and fall asleep on the floor of the airport. Everyone else follows suit, and there are ten bums asleep on the floor. Classy.
The Englands show up, they're on the flight after us to JFK, then a British Airways flight to Heathrow. We say all our goodbyes and take off when the flights are finally called.
I don't remember much of the flight home because I kept forcing myself to sleep. I do remember they ran out of the chicken meal in the row before me, so I had crappy airline beef. And I also remember them playing Elf as the second movie. I like that movie, Will Ferrell is great. But I can never spell his name.
Land, head to baggage claim. Wait around for an hour or so for all the bags. They ruin Merri's Coach bag, ripped the handle right off. So she gets to claim for a new one, nice. Craig's little brother rides the conveyor belt, jumps off at the wrong time and nails a sign with his head. That was great.
Wait outside in the ~20 degree weather for the ride to show up, Classic Coach. Most useless van line ever. Finally get the ride, and we're on our way home.
I think I fell asleep on Jesse once on the ride home. My bad.
Back to Train's house, relax for a bit, go out for Chinese buffet. Pretty good one on Portion Road. Can't remember the name though.
After that, I pack my stuff in my Jeep and head home. I feel like Santa Claus, walking through the door with all my boozey gifts. Talk to my parents and my sister, give them their booze and make them insanely jealous of the cruise.
Then they tell me it's supposed to be 20 degrees all week, and it was 60 degrees the whole week I was gone. Those bastards.
So, that's it. My entire trip. If anyone actually read all that crap, kudos for you. I barely read it all, but I wanted a record of it. This way I can look back before next years cruise and know what I have to top. Cuz next year's cruise, yeah, it'll be better.
Oh and Mustifa is planning next year's cruise. So, anyone who wants to come is more than welcome. We want the Followers of Mustifas to be a ship-wide thing. The more the merrier.
Now taking applications to be my friend.
To those who didn't read all this, I don't blame you. I'm wordy. To sum it all up:
This trip was awesome. I drank like a fish and rocked out with my cock out. And Anchorman is the best movie ever.
Now, I have to plan for next year's cruise. And maybe for a trip to Hawaii that I was supposed to take last year, which I have to take by May of this year. I have two tickets, any takers?
Back to work now. In my cold weather and 2 feet of snow. Bah.
Bah. Woken up one last time by Kevin and his giant banging arms.
Apparently, after lots of beer, moonshine and an hour of sleep, waking up isn't easy to do. And That's also where I get hangovers, since water really wasn't in my vocabulary on Saturday.
Woke up, stumbled around, left the tip for the room steward. Shambled over to Mustifa's room, downed a half dozen advil and 2 glasses of water. Then we went to breakfast. I think I had french toast but I really don't remember. I just remember shoveling something in my mouth to soak up the beer and gulping down as much water as the waiter could get to me.
We waited out on one of the decks for everyone to show up, then we disembarked. Wandered down to the baggage claim area, found our bags. Of course, Kristy again, she couldn't find her bag in the 5 second she looked so it must be stolen or missing. Oh, no, there it is in the next row. Bah.
Grabbed all our stuff and went through customs. I told them I had < $100 in booze on me, and that was it. The guy didn't even ask to see my passport. Waived me through, said welcome home, and that was that.
Got outside to the cab area, and there's another Nikki screwup. She didn't put all our names on the American Airlines transfer buses. For some reason, it was only my room, me, Jesse and Mat. Weird. Anyway, Mustifa went to work and 20 minutes later we were all ona bus for the San Juan airport.
Apparently I was really, really tired, because I started to doze off on the bus. And slide down the seat. At one point, I really did pass out, and then I heard Mustifa yell "Hey look, Adam made another new friend!" At that point I woke up to find myself laying my head on the shoulder of the guy next to me. Who I didn't know. Oops. I grumbled an apology, tossed my head backwards over the seat and passed out again until we hit the airport.
Got all our bags checked, the long way. Waited in line for a half hour for a e-kiosk to check in. Then they call your name and take your bags. Go through security and poor Kristy gets stopped for something. I think it was her belt. She gets the grand patdown/x-ray wand. Funny stuff.
We find our terminal and we're 1 1/2 hours early. I take this as my cue, stuff my bookbag carryon with shirts and fall asleep on the floor of the airport. Everyone else follows suit, and there are ten bums asleep on the floor. Classy.
The Englands show up, they're on the flight after us to JFK, then a British Airways flight to Heathrow. We say all our goodbyes and take off when the flights are finally called.
I don't remember much of the flight home because I kept forcing myself to sleep. I do remember they ran out of the chicken meal in the row before me, so I had crappy airline beef. And I also remember them playing Elf as the second movie. I like that movie, Will Ferrell is great. But I can never spell his name.
Land, head to baggage claim. Wait around for an hour or so for all the bags. They ruin Merri's Coach bag, ripped the handle right off. So she gets to claim for a new one, nice. Craig's little brother rides the conveyor belt, jumps off at the wrong time and nails a sign with his head. That was great.
Wait outside in the ~20 degree weather for the ride to show up, Classic Coach. Most useless van line ever. Finally get the ride, and we're on our way home.
I think I fell asleep on Jesse once on the ride home. My bad.
Back to Train's house, relax for a bit, go out for Chinese buffet. Pretty good one on Portion Road. Can't remember the name though.
After that, I pack my stuff in my Jeep and head home. I feel like Santa Claus, walking through the door with all my boozey gifts. Talk to my parents and my sister, give them their booze and make them insanely jealous of the cruise.
Then they tell me it's supposed to be 20 degrees all week, and it was 60 degrees the whole week I was gone. Those bastards.
So, that's it. My entire trip. If anyone actually read all that crap, kudos for you. I barely read it all, but I wanted a record of it. This way I can look back before next years cruise and know what I have to top. Cuz next year's cruise, yeah, it'll be better.
Oh and Mustifa is planning next year's cruise. So, anyone who wants to come is more than welcome. We want the Followers of Mustifas to be a ship-wide thing. The more the merrier.
Now taking applications to be my friend.
To those who didn't read all this, I don't blame you. I'm wordy. To sum it all up:
This trip was awesome. I drank like a fish and rocked out with my cock out. And Anchorman is the best movie ever.
Now, I have to plan for next year's cruise. And maybe for a trip to Hawaii that I was supposed to take last year, which I have to take by May of this year. I have two tickets, any takers?
Back to work now. In my cold weather and 2 feet of snow. Bah.