what i did on my summer vacation
Aug. 7th, 2002 03:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
holliDay One:
Woke up at an ungodly hour, piled into the car, and set off in the rain. About two hours into the trip, while driving down I-95, the black SUV in front of us lost control on the wet road and spun around completely, twice. The driver somehow managed to get the car facing the right way and pulled over, presumably to unclench his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel and put on a fresh pair of underwear. We got to Savannah 'round three o'clock in the afternoon, and shopped up and down River Street for a few hours. Then we had dinner and went to the crappy, odd-smelling motel, where I watched the first half of Farscape ("Don Quixote," and could that show *get* and weirder? I think not) before Mom made me turn off the TV.
Day Two:
Woke up at a slightly less ungodly hour and drove from Savannah to Ft. Lauderdale (passing, among others, the town of Jupiter, Florida, which was sadly lacking in big white pillars), where we boarded the Monarch of the Seas. I heard no less than three people pronouncing "monarch" to rhyme with "starch," which cracked my shit up. We got on the ship, marveled at the tininess of our cabins, and set out to explore. I found the library, which was unimpressive, and found the computers, which were fifty cents a goddamn minute. It was a very pretty boat, though. I went to the "teen activity" that night, which consisted of nine hyperactive sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds and one very patient Australian woman. I met a very cute geekboy named Brendan, and our team won. Then I went dancing for half an hour, before I realized that the music wasn't getting any better and went to bed around midnight.
Day Three:
At sea all day. I found the lone Terry Pratchett book in the library (Hogfather) and read it, watched half a bad movie in the theater (yup, they had a theater. Pretty cool, huh?), and wandered the ship for a while. I ended up playing Monopoly with two taciturn punk boys in the library. I will forever cherish the look on my mom's face when she saw me arguing over who owned Park Place with a guy whose pink hair was sculpted into aerodynamically unlikely four-inch spikes. Just thinking about it makes me giggle, even now.
Day Four:
The ship docked early in Cozumel, Mexico. I had never before seen water that blue in my entire life. We were supposed to go on a submarine tour of the coral reef, but it was cancelled-- something to do with currents-- so we ended up wandering the shopping areas for a while. I got to hold a macaw (bred in captivity, we were assured, which makes sense since wild macaws probably don't give you a kiss when you ask politely), and some guy yelled suggestive comments at me in Spanish. At least, I think they were suggestive. I got a henna tattoo which washed off after a day and a half (there's eight bucks I'll never see again) and a pretty silver bracelet. There were a bunch of Internet cafes, but my dad wouldn't let me go near them, damn him. We had lunch at Carlos and Charlie's, where I had the biggest damn piña colada I've ever seen (though alcohol-free) and continued to be hit on in Spanish. That night, while walking around on the boat, a drunk guy tried to hit on me, and when I told him that I was sixteen and he was a pervert, he apologized profusely and tried to set me up with one of the teenage boys standing nearby. Dunno what it is about cruises that makes everyone find me attractive, but I can't complain.
More later, when I find what I wrote down about the rest of the trip.
Woke up at an ungodly hour, piled into the car, and set off in the rain. About two hours into the trip, while driving down I-95, the black SUV in front of us lost control on the wet road and spun around completely, twice. The driver somehow managed to get the car facing the right way and pulled over, presumably to unclench his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel and put on a fresh pair of underwear. We got to Savannah 'round three o'clock in the afternoon, and shopped up and down River Street for a few hours. Then we had dinner and went to the crappy, odd-smelling motel, where I watched the first half of Farscape ("Don Quixote," and could that show *get* and weirder? I think not) before Mom made me turn off the TV.
Day Two:
Woke up at a slightly less ungodly hour and drove from Savannah to Ft. Lauderdale (passing, among others, the town of Jupiter, Florida, which was sadly lacking in big white pillars), where we boarded the Monarch of the Seas. I heard no less than three people pronouncing "monarch" to rhyme with "starch," which cracked my shit up. We got on the ship, marveled at the tininess of our cabins, and set out to explore. I found the library, which was unimpressive, and found the computers, which were fifty cents a goddamn minute. It was a very pretty boat, though. I went to the "teen activity" that night, which consisted of nine hyperactive sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds and one very patient Australian woman. I met a very cute geekboy named Brendan, and our team won. Then I went dancing for half an hour, before I realized that the music wasn't getting any better and went to bed around midnight.
Day Three:
At sea all day. I found the lone Terry Pratchett book in the library (Hogfather) and read it, watched half a bad movie in the theater (yup, they had a theater. Pretty cool, huh?), and wandered the ship for a while. I ended up playing Monopoly with two taciturn punk boys in the library. I will forever cherish the look on my mom's face when she saw me arguing over who owned Park Place with a guy whose pink hair was sculpted into aerodynamically unlikely four-inch spikes. Just thinking about it makes me giggle, even now.
Day Four:
The ship docked early in Cozumel, Mexico. I had never before seen water that blue in my entire life. We were supposed to go on a submarine tour of the coral reef, but it was cancelled-- something to do with currents-- so we ended up wandering the shopping areas for a while. I got to hold a macaw (bred in captivity, we were assured, which makes sense since wild macaws probably don't give you a kiss when you ask politely), and some guy yelled suggestive comments at me in Spanish. At least, I think they were suggestive. I got a henna tattoo which washed off after a day and a half (there's eight bucks I'll never see again) and a pretty silver bracelet. There were a bunch of Internet cafes, but my dad wouldn't let me go near them, damn him. We had lunch at Carlos and Charlie's, where I had the biggest damn piña colada I've ever seen (though alcohol-free) and continued to be hit on in Spanish. That night, while walking around on the boat, a drunk guy tried to hit on me, and when I told him that I was sixteen and he was a pervert, he apologized profusely and tried to set me up with one of the teenage boys standing nearby. Dunno what it is about cruises that makes everyone find me attractive, but I can't complain.
More later, when I find what I wrote down about the rest of the trip.
