Saturday morning we had breakfast with an old couple. They were funny. The woman said that one time she’d left her nightgown on the bed when she went to dinner. When she got back, the cabin steward had made a towel animal out of it! (She didn’t say which animal.) As we were wandering around the ship we noticed a water spout out in the sea to the right of the ship. Neato.
I’d made an appointment for a manicure and pedicure at 9:30. Here’s another cruise tip: everything costs more at the beginning of the cruise. By the end of the cruise, they really start discounting things in the souvenir shops and the spa. So wait until the last day or two to buy stuff on the ship. Anyway, Tanya was my “nail technician.” She wasn’t a talker, which was awesome. I hate trying to think of things to say to someone while they are scraping my feet. It’s just awkward. The girl working next to Tanya WAS a talker. She said that the reason she was working on a cruise ship was so she could save up money for a nose job. Her nose was perfectly fine! What the hell is wrong with people?
We went up to the pool area and the sun was actually out, so we ran back to the room to put our bathing suits on. We sat out in the sun for about 20 minutes when suddenly a dark rain cloud appeared out of nowhere. Poop. We went back inside and started packing up all our crap. Then we had lunch and some drinks (The Ultimate Suntan: rum, creme de banana, blackberry brandy, orange juice and sweet & sour mix.) I fell asleep (again) in a deck chair. I may have snored again but I did NOT drool this time.
Back to the room to dress for dinner. I had Seafood Newberg and Timmy had the Beef Wellington. The waiters sang the Carnival song, which I don’t know, then Hector jumped on a table and started dancing. Other waiters joined him on tables around the room. We said bye to Wilfer and Jorge and went back to the room to finish packing. No towel animal tonight. I’m kind of bummed that I didn’t get a stingray. And Timmy really wanted a monkey. Oh well. We put our suitcases out in the hall to be picked up by the stewards and went to bed.
Sunday morning Timmy and I woke up in a bad mood. We’d been up late with the packing and filling out customs forms, plus we both had slightly sore throats. I think Dana the cruise director gave us his cold. Bastard. We were hanging out in our cabin after breakfast (because we still had about 30 minutes until we had to be in our designated departure waiting area) when Archie knocked on the door and told us we had to leave. How rude! We went to the cigar bar to wait until we could get off the ship. Whose bright idea was it to have us wait in the cigar bar? Of course, people are going to smoke in there. It’s a cigar bar. Sheesh. We finally lined up to exit the ship. An EXTREMELY impatient woman who was at least 4 people behind us in the line kept running up and looking around Timmy. After the 6th time she had bumped him, he started swearing at her just barely under his breath. I just full-on turned around and gave her a dirty look, then said loudly to myself “No one is getting out of here any faster than anyone else, you know.”
Even though it was a hassle, debarking the ship went pretty smoothly. We filed off the boat and into the terminal where our luggage was waiting. Finding all our luggage took a while. We carried it through customs and we were out! And immediately 700 cab drivers started hassling us. Luckily there was a Carnival representative standing right at the door so I was able to ask her where our bus was. And check this – the bus driver didn’t even ask for our ticket or proof of payment. He just put our luggage in the bus and told us to get on. The rest of the trip home was pretty tame. There were some annoyances with the baggage scanning people and I got really cranky while searching for the United check-in counter, but other than that it was fine. I’ve already told ya’ll about the bastard airport bus driver at Dulles. And that’s the end of our cruise story.
The puppies were very excited to see us. Tim’s mother SWEARS they didn’t “go” in the house once.
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