It’s cruise ship season here in Seattle. Every morning on my drive to work, I see the big ships sitting at the dock along Aurora. So pretty. And when Todd and I are in the car together and we pass by one, I always yell “CRUISE SHIP!”
(Well. Sometimes I still yell it even when Todd’s not in the car.)
I’ve never been on a cruise. I wanna go on a cruise. I want to float on the water, swim in a pool, eat until I can’t eat anymore and have a foo foo drink in my hand at all times.
Actually, this is pretty much what I anticipate doing at mom and dad’s. They have a blow up pool. Maybe I can throw a floatie in there, close my eyes and use my imagination. I can make my own drinks. I’m not above that. But mom will need to cook for me. I’m sure she won’t mind.
I’ll need a show, too. Because on a cruise ship, you get shows. Comedy acts. Dad’s pretty damn funny. I could see him standing up in front of the fireplace, no shirt, short and slippers, telling me crude jokes. That would be fun.
And much cheaper than a cruise.