I Don’t Recall Giving Vacation Permission To Be Over
Listen to me: We got home from our Disney cruise yesterday, and if you are on vacation and haven’t returned yet, DO NOT RETURN! STAY THERE, WHEREVER YOU ARE. KEEP THAT FUN UP. It’s too late for me, but save yourselves!!
I’m sad because I’m not floating in tropical waters with a drink in my hand, our home does not have 24-hour room service, and I won’t be caught up on laundry for about 46 months. Oh, there’s also the way I had a 10-oz filet for dinner last night, and today, depending on what’s in the pantry and freezer, we're having either frozen pizza or Fruity Pebbles.
My feelings about being home are decidedly mixed. I will no longer be tempted by the 2048584830 different foods the cruise ship demanded I eat. I’m also happy the coffee will now be up to our standards, and we will enjoy the sheer pleasure of using our own bathroom.
I’m fairly neutral regarding a lazy evening lying on the couch and not having to dress for dinner, but I am for sure feeling sentimental and nostalgic after being home only 24 hours. Am I the only weirdo who thinks about the happy memories and gets melancholy immediately after a vacation?
Anyway, I’d like to speak to the Manager of Time because I don’t remember giving vacation permission to be over, and I don’t recall telling time to pass so quickly when I was busy being happy every day, but it went ahead and did just that. It all goes by so damn fast, doesn’t it?
**BIG SIGH**
Would you like to see a few pictures?
Heaven knows I love to complain about things - boooyyyyy don’t get me started - but I also know having the whole family together hanging out with Minnie Mouse on a beautiful cruise ship is a true privilege.
This strange but oddly flavorful dessert consisted of a ball of raspberry-flavored mousse sitting on top of a sugar cookie, coated with tinted red but orange-flavored gelatin, surrounded by a green and white striped candy fence.
I went in open-minded and wasn’t disappointed. It was tasty.
Our little princess had the best time getting a Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique Cinderella makeover that was well worth the exorbitant amount of money Disney charged. I’d pay it again to see that smile on that adorable baby face.
I had the very best time on this trip, except for one issue: There were birthday magnets on our door (because we were celebrating my 60th early) and a magnetic washable marker for people to leave birthday messages.
A lot of people left happy messages, but some wrote MEAN things, and then someone intentionally smeared all the birthday wishes on the door and left the mean things.
A kind hearted person wrote a message reminding other people to only write nice things but I ended up having to take the pen down a day into our trip because people were being dicks and our room attendant had to scrub that nasty shit off the door.
A beach day at Lookout Cay at Lighthouse Point, Disney’s new private island, with all the highlights: soft white sand which was never hot on our feet, a gentle breeze, and an enviable sandcastle built by carpenter/handyman Pappy.
The greens in this salad were nice and fresh, but I swear the dressing was that fake butter you pump out of the metal butter machine and dribble on your popcorn at the theater.
That said, the food was good, especially considering that they prepare fancy-ish, multi-course dinners for 4,000 people daily.
In an ass-backwards, unexplainable cruise attire situation, Justin showed up to dinner in clothes Bill would typically wear, and Bill showed up wearing a shirt and shorts Justin would normally wear. It was a weird switcharoo, but they both looked good.