Back from the cruise today. Here's the significant stuff.
First night, a stage show and two comedians. Adult only comedy and very funny. Ended up seeing them three nights out of four. One night they were off.
Second day, breakfast. It was Sweety, her best friend, a friend of the friend and me. Waiter called us "ladies". No big deal, it's happened before. Felt good, though. No excursion, shopped in the straw market. Sweety got a bracelet. I got a new hot sauce, been craving hot food, and a pretty island style bag that can be interpreted as a tote or a purse. Ambiguous enough for Sweety to tolerate. Have it with me now at Panera.
Third day. Didn't get off ship, lounged around and in the pool and hottub, eating and drinking. Cruise elegant night, dress shirt, khaki's, sport coat and dress shoes. Worst dysphoria in weeks until I could get... it... off!
Fourth day (at sea). Breakfast waiter, different one, called us ladies again. Sweety lost her s**t and corrected him, loudly, and made a scene. Pouted for a while and, while trying to get her to talk it out I explained my mood the night before. She said that was " not good" in a way that nearly brought me to tears. She got mad saying I made her feel guilty. I told her that the only thing she had to feel guilty over was not talking it out as she had made me promise we would do. After a bit we both got over it. Spent the day at the pool again.
This morning. Entering the theater to wait to disembark, a lady noted my bag and snarkily said it was "very becoming". She probably thought I was carrying it for my wife. I just said thank you.
All in all, just a nice, relaxing cruise meeting interesting people. Details if you want 'em.
Fit hit the shan (not you, Shantel) immediately after, but that's another story I can't tell completely, just yet.
