Caribbean Diary 09: Boat Day
Posted by Lissa on April 22, 2009
Made it onto the boat!!! I was so busy writing up the wedding-y stuff that it took me two full days to mention Caribbean gossip. Makes me sound terribly jaded, but the second time around I don’t feel the need to post about getting on the boat, the watermelon carvings in the dining room, etc. Yes, you may accuse me of being spoiled as hell – I’d understand J
We left San Juan Sunday night around eight PM; I upheld my now-traditional custom of jumping out of my skin when they set off the foghorn. (Managed not to spill my drink though, which is the important part!!) We settled in and went down to the dining room, crossing our fingers that there were nice people assigned to our dining table. So far, so good; we’re sitting with a couple named Claudia and Walter from Germany, and a couple named Martin and Jeneen from Canada. Like, WAY up in Canada. They claim that you CAN get used to negative-fifty degree weather; I think they’re full of [bleep].
Martin (pronounced mar-TEEN) has a penchant for telling stories, all of which seem to revolve around drinking. As he says, you know you live in a small town when you can see a movie four times and not remember any of it. That doesn’t make sense to you? (It didn’t to me.) Ah, well, see, the movie theater’s across the street from the liquor store and the same guy runs them both. (Ohhhhhhhh, okay, that does make sense.)
Apparently, also, when you have nothing to do but drink, you have to get creative with your drinking stunts. Like the time that Martin and his brother were bored, so they put an armchair in the back of Martin’s pickup truck. Martin then drove around while his brother held a pole and pretended to fish out the back. Upon getting pulled over by a rather cute, very petite policewoman, the brother responded to her query, “What th’ hell d’ye think ye’re doin, now?” with a regretful announcement that he’d probably have to throw her back, as she was under the size limit.
Dinner was, as always, delicious! I started off with a Caesar salad, progressed to prime rib (medium rare, naturally) and finished with a strawberry-topped meringue. Mike went with the onion-gruyere tart, selected medallions of pork and chose the special chocolate-cherry cake for dessert. So far we’re sticking with our tried-and-true eating method from last year, which means I order something hearty like steak while Mike goes for chicken or fish. And then I give him half my entrée. Works well J
Monday being a boat day, we sort of lazed around for a while. Oo oo, want to know how gluttonous we are? We ordered room service for breakfast AND went to the cafeteria around nine-ish. But it’s not as bad as it sounds, because the room service was really just coffee to get me out of bed, so that we could hit the yummy breakfast buffet. Hooray for hash browns and sausage! Hooray for no longer worrying about fitting into my very-tight wedding gown!
We spent some time at the pool – we’re not sufficiently crispy yet – then came back to the room so I could write up my wedding recollections. We went downstairs to the Schooner Bar to hit the Wifi hot spot and Mike ended up winning a sports trivia contest. (SHOCKING, that.) BTW, do y’all know the derivation of the word “golf”? It comes from the Scottish word “goulf,” which means, “to strike.” But the silly guy running the trivia contest did his research wrong and really did think it means “gentlemen-only-ladies-forbidden.” Guess he should have checked Wikipedia instead of just asking his buddies!
Taking our uber-fancy prizes (Royal Caribbean belt pouches) we came back up to the room so that Mike could nap and I could write post cards before getting dressed. Last night was the super-formal boat night, so Mike yanked out his tuxedo for a second wearing while I slipped into a satin bridesmaid dress bought for Wisconsin Jen’s wedding a few years back. We were one of the more formally-dressed couples, but I definitely saw couture dresses amongst the glittering throngs. (And I definitely saw ill-fitting, hideous, unattractive gowns as well. I rather think they outnumbered the pretty dresses, actually.) Eventually Mike abandoned me to go look at watches while I walked up and down the promenade admiring (or being horrified at) the different gowns. *SHIIIIIIIIINY*
Since we were dressed to the nines (and what does that actually mean, anyway? Can you be dressed to the sevens? The eights? The elevens?) we treated ourselves to a fancier wine than the night before; it perfectly complicated our delicious clumps of butter-garlic. (Otherwise known as escargots. Otherwise-otherwise known as snails, but escargots sounds so much TASTIER.) I went with the filet of beef with piquant green peppercorn sauce, while Mike chose roasted duck; we finished with a sugar-free coconut-vanilla layer cake for me and the Gran Marnier soufflé for Mike.
We went to a silly newlyweds party, which was really an excuse to drink more free champagne, before staggering to bed in preparation for an early morning. Read about horsies in the next post!!