As everyone knows this past week Hurricane Sandy rolled up
on the east coast of the United States turning subways from Baltimore to NYC
into aquariums filled with drowned bums. Because of this ornery bitch of a
tropical weather system, our last trip to the beautiful pink sand beaches of
Bermuda, and my planned day of diving was cancelled. Now, this doesn’t mean the
cruise was cancelled, just the Bermuda part.
So don’t worry passengers, and esteemed guests we will still
be sailing. You will now see the beautiful sites of the Chesapeake Bay, and
dirty open water as far as the intense rain will allow (about 40 feet). Also we are going to run out of water
because we can’t take up water for showers or toilets this close to American
shores. Despite these terrible circumstances, we will still be having high seas
fun, or at least you would have.
After it was announced by our captain that we would not be
going to Bermuda, more than half of our planned passengers decided to
disembark. This was pretty nice considering it meant I had to less than half of
what was planned for that week.
SO for the past week I have been in the path of a hurricane
running away. Running back into the hurricane to beat it back into the Bay once
US coastguard allowed it, and then a bit of time just inside of the Hurricane-
I keeps it fucking real.
How many people can say they got all up in some Hurricane’s
guts come out the other side and say “eh, it was what evs.” Well I now can.
This is not to say that it was easy our troubles came other places that gave
humor to our plight.
First to be noted is that our guest entertainers, whom plan
to get off after a few days had to stay on board for over a week. One of which
had lost his luggage before boarding. He had one pair of pants and an
ill-fitting tux for nine days. I have never seen a man so well dressed for
breakfast. Our juggling couple
went crazy and started screaming at each other on stage (again I have seen more
jugglers already then I have ever hoped to. Juggling is not a feasible option
as a career. I want to find these peoples parents and slap them about like a
gaggle of Ho’s not trying to pay daddy for their stupidity in allowing their
children to pursue a career in cupping and tossing balls), which in all
honestly was more entertaining than their actual juggling show.
Even though we had less than half our guests they decided
that they would use all the water on the ship, and the Captain had to make a
dangerous trek out into open waters to legally take up water for our wasteful
guests, and me because I take 45-minute showers (Fuck the environment). This
was some of the only time that we could really feel the Hurricanes force. That
bitch was mighty pissed. We made
it through the storms and afterward I enlightened my Serbian roommate to good
music with a tribute to my old roommate by playing “The Storm is Over” by R
Kelly for about three hours. Needless to say I am truly improving the world’s
view of Americans.
The celebration didn’t stop there however, that same night
was also the crew Halloween party. I was worried my first Halloween away from
the magical Disney Land of Athens, Ohio would leave me unfulfilled, and
disheartened. While nothing will ever hold a candle to the debauchery, and
outlandish experience that is HallOUween the crew party wasn’t that bad. The
main reason was that they followed the first law of physics: Any party’s level
of awesomeness is directly correlated to the amount of alcohol available for
consumption (this law exists whether you use Relative or Newtonian physics so
truly it is more consistent then gravity, or the perception of time
itself). And the values that the
ship put into this equation were unlimited alcohol…. FO FREE!!!
Boomshackalacka!!! Because of this we took the most logical and appropriate
course of action: start rocking your toilet chain because it’s time to get shit
faced, like explosive diarrhea shitty.
It was almost like being at a frat party that I didn’t pay
dues for, except they were paying me. I wish I could tell you more, but we are
getting ready to ship out for Puerto Rico. I must elaborate on Halloween (pictures
coming soon) soon so look out for it.
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