Day 2: The drunk day

Things I’ve learned:

1. You shouldn’t shave your legs when drunk.
2. If you can’t go on a trip with your friends, you shouldn’t send a “flat friend” because we will do unthinkable things to you, take pictures of it and laugh about it.  We are horrible people.  
3. I have no business being in corporate America. I should totally work on a cruise ship.  John drug me to some bullshit called name that song, or something close. I learned a. it wasn’t bullshit and b.  I was good at it.  My enthusiasm for dancing and singing makes me ripe for the pickings of a cruise ship. And I lead our team to a win.  Don’t be surprised if I don’t come home.
4. I still have cankles.  It transferred from my left foot to my right. #compressionsocksyeah

We spent the day at the pool, enjoying the hot Mediterranean sun.  And many drinks.  We found the most amazing drink that surpasses even the rum punch in Puerto Rico.  It’s called Mango le?x$s3@s&%.  We don’t know the rest. John told me, when ordering to order the Bon Voyage, skillfully saying that was the name of the drink.  Having been on many cruises I believed him, (I know him too well to fall for his bull shit)  asked for it, and was looked at like a dumb ass.  But it was worth it because it was yummy. And had DiSorino in it. #stolethatfromJohnspartylastyear

I have to say I wasn’t thrilled when we decided to travel Europe via cruise. What I didn’t realize is that cruise is the Latin work for ‘let’s get drunk and sit in the sun.’  I’m on board. Literally. 

We do have a cruise director.  Her name isn’t Julie, it’s Simon. Disappointing. But along with Simon comes dancers, musicians, singers, losers from America’s Got Talent and a very creepy magician.  We’ve decided to keep our distance from Simon.  

All and all it was a great day.  I’m working on being a bronze goddess.  We have a Jack and Rose escape plan.  A really good one.  Where both of us survive. John is a drunk maniac that wants to stay up all night.  So glad we have a balcony, as I’m writing this as the fresh air passes by and I see nothing but darkness.  Nighty, night.  

Love, 

SLK