Out of Mojitos

Day 4 - This is the last day of the cruise. I slept much better than the night before - no magic finger vibrations, and the lumps were strategically shifted out from under.

My poor bod has been assaulted in so many ways the part few days that I craved something healthier for breakfast. Coffee for starters, that's understood.

And I managed to cobble together a fairly healthy bowl, similar to what I usually have while not on a Cruising Ship.

I started with plain yogurt, added honeydew melon (on offer right next to the honeydon't melon), walnuts, almonds, a sprinkling of dried cranberries as the 'sinful' option of the bowl because they contain sugar, and also are cranberries, which were never meant to be consumed, and anyone who has opened a can of cranberry jelly will confirm that the gelatinous ridge-waisted tubular jiggling red poop that plops onto the plate is an alien substance to be avoided at all costs, and finally, to kick up the crunch factor a notch, Cheery Ohs. BAM!!!

It was tasty, to be sure!

Got to pay the mental rent, so that meant fetching the chromebook, and then searching for a quiet place to write so I could bang out a couple of self-serving marginally original of questionable taste and off colour of humour blog posts.

And I did find a place, just outside an empty lounge/club. It included a tub chair, which was the most comfortable work seating I'd yet found on board. And it was quiet. And had a view of the ocean, waving at me through the expansive windows.

Well, then the trouble started. The $22 a day internet, which had been fast and quite reliable, had ground to a halt, at least as far as adding photos to the blog went. Normally this process takes just a second or three - but now, inexplicably, it had ground almost to a halt. I would wait for 2, 3, 4 minutes, sometimes longer.

And of course I tried all the things. I jiggled cables, signed in and out, circled my chair, exited and restarted the browser, held my mouth funny... all to no avail. No, there was not a goddamned avail to be had.

I plodded along as best I could, until a children's movie started in the lounge, blasting at top volume. An of course, various loud shouty people with their loud shouty kids sat as close to me as possible in an area otherwise devoid of other people just to fuck with my concentration.

Time to move, back to the bookless library, which sounds like a literary gentleman's club.

BOOKLESS LIBRARY! STACKS! SHELVES SHELVES SHELVES! TWO DRINK MINIMUM, NO COVER. 

I had hopes the internet would magically work better there, but it didn't. I slogged along. The only trick I had left to try was to close the browser and completely shut down the chromebook. I was nervous that I might not be able to log back in to everything again, so I hadn't tried that yet.

Another change of venue saw me returning to Cabinette 00. I did the shutdown restart thing, and it made a huge difference. I also found that I could fairly comfortably work sitting up in bed. Ah whaddayou care, this is all just filler anyway.

All of this fucking around killed the morning, so I headed down for lunch. Care to guess?

Cheese steak. But for some reason missing most of the onions and peppers. Still good though. Bowl of salad with bokeh dressing as well.

I found a nice table out on the Poon Deck. Every day on the ship I find new things and places that I didn't know about.

That done, I'd earned some recreation. A safe, little play at the casino would be just the thing. Just a taste. A dabble.

Well, I came close. So aggravating! As close as you can get to a Royal Flush without getting a Royal Flush.

The session was a complete disaster and I was pretty pissed off. I went and hung out in the Cabinette for a while, chilled out, ate snacks.

Then I went and got some exercise, traipsing around the ship, looking at things, trying to find good places to walk. I've been hitting 8,000 - 10,000 steps a day.

Eventually it was 7:00 pm or so - this seems to happen daily. I headed to the casino.

I tested the bar theory and asked specifically - if I have the free drinks in the casino package, can I get a drink at this bar and the package covers it?

The answer was yes. I ordered a mojito. They are out of mojitos. Yesterday they were out of mojitos. How can you be out of damn mojitos??

Then... I ordered a mojito without the mint. Yes, that he could do. I reckoned that they were out of mint and that was the underlying issue.

I watched the bartender make the drink and he poured a full shot of rum. And then another. Yeeee haw. Problems solved, problems created!

I had another wee dabble because I'm a degenerate and was way, way behind in quads - I was DUE baby.

The good news is after losing quite a bit of dough I got Pointies again.

The bad news is that again I didn't get the kicker, and that after that I continued to be tormented with 'almost' hands.

I'd heard you can order two appetizers and/or two entres at dinner and tested the theory out.

I ordered the soup and my server suggested that it was really salty, so I switched to the fried green tomatoes. She asked if I would like to try a little of the soup so I agreed - and she then delivered an entire bowlful. It was indeed salty, and very good. I ate about half of it. 

The fried green tomatoes were just okay. The two entrees were the vegetarian curry dish, and the brisket - both excellent.

Not pictured, I ended up with two desserts - fruit plate, and some off-menu chocolate chip cookies.

I was stuffed!

My last gasp I did manage to get another quad, but for this trip, the damage was done - it was a pretty substantial ass-kicking.

Down in the Atrium, some fat pervert was getting women - and men - to sit on his lap and taking their photo.

Pervy Claus

And that was pretty much it. There was some admin to do around debarking, packing up the suitcase, putting it in the hall etc.

I slept well, was up at 6:00 am for a quick coffee and breakfast, and was back at the Greacey Palms by 10:30.

Thanks for reading, and huge, huge Thank Yous to the generous patrons of the blog who have thrown a ko-fi or donation my way, and some of you are repeat offenders, and you know who you are and have my ever-lasting gratitude.

I love that you appreciate the many letters and punctuation that somehow become mediocre, static entertainment here in this blog.

For now, Captain Flushiepants out. See you all very, very soon.