Knowing these people, there is probably a very limited amount, or even more likely no alcohol present at those things.
Been on an Alaskan cruise for the last week. It was the closest thing to the spaceship in Wall-E that I've ever seen. Just loads and loads of fantastically obese people waddling around from one dining area to the next and complaining about everything possible. Is this all cruises in general or did I just luck out?
Cruise passengers can be broken down along a few lines: -Newlywed and Nearly dead. These are the young couples you almost never see and the old people you see far too much of. -Those that get off the boat and those that stay on. Off the boat people are far superior. They get out, they do stuff, they have stories to tell and muscle definition to witness. Those that stay on the boat are your prototypical waddling complainers. -Then of course there's the party cruises designed to foster serious fornication. These cruises do not travel to frigid Alaskan waters.
I've been on one cruise, and that was pretty much my assessment of it. I don't want to say I hated it, because it was a Carribean cruise, so how bad can it be? But I can say that it wasn't my most enjoyable vacation and I will never cruise again. Who'd you go with? Was it a group of people? As a young and fun guy, an Alaskan cruise seems like an odd choice. Feel free to ignore me if I am being nosy.
I've never done a cruise, but I did do a week on one of those beach resorts in Mexico. And for my vacation money, doing one of those neat little packages where you don't need to do anything but wake up and go to the buffet to eat simply isn't my thing. I vastly prefer waking up and looking at a map to figure out where I have to go. Or a mountain "map" that merely tells me if I need to turn left or right on a small mountain path with no one to ask for directions. Or showing up at a hotel room, meeting the new friends inside, and going for a beer and fun night on the town. Beats the hell out of complacency. When I was a teenager I used to read the advrider and horizonsunlimited forums. It may have had affected me.
Yeah, I have done those too, and they were OK, although I don't think that is something that I will do again either. It is usually quite cheap and a fine way to spend a couple of days if your prime focus is just to relax. But, like you, I prefer to explore and go where I want, when I want.
I am trying to diet and you guys are all killing me with this cake and hot wing talk. Hell, right now I would even settle for hot wings dipped in icing.
I've done 3 Alaskan cruises, and loved them all. Went with my parents and my ex. Had an "outside" cabin with a balcony, so I could sit there and enjoy the scenery go by, while drinking and enjoying a cigar. Did NOT stay on the boat when we had a chance to do otherwise; went zip lining, 3-day fly fishing adventure, heli-glacier trip, the old Gold Rush train up the White pass, and the best, by far, was when we rented a float plane for an afternoon. Dad used to be a bush pilot, so we thought it'd be a blast to rent a Beaver on floats for an afternoon, and tell the pilot to "entertain us". Basically do whatever he wanted. It was amazing. He took us all over the place and saw some incredible scenery, with nobody else in sight. Here are some pics I took, spoilered for sized. Really, though, if you go on a "casual cruise" (where you don't have set seating or meal times, no need to get dressed to the nines for dinner, etc), and do what you want, and make it fun, it's a blast. Sure, there are a lot of those stuffy/annoying types, but we never paid them any attention and just had fun. No annoying people on this trip either:
So I don't even remember what time I got back last night, much less posting on here. I got hammered because when I got drunk, I shotgunned two beast ices because someone said I wouldn't, then proceeded to take a shot. I love when roommates fuck with drunk me. Thanks for that one! Also, I am now the sad owner of a faggy almost emo/hipster haircut because I went to the salon and instead of getting my usual barber, I got a black girl who had no idea how to cut white guy hair. I would take pictures but I'm too embarrassed. I get to rock this home tomorrow for my dads birthday, which should be a grand affair. EDIT: and cake sounds delicious. I'm going to go buy some because I have no flour.
God damnit. Why do plumbing problems always happen on a Friday night? There is no way in fuck my plumber is going to get his sweet ass here before Monday morning. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Favorite Deadwood quote of the day: "The jury will now retire to the whore's rooms and begin their deliberations."
Went for a nice little walk to get a porchetta sandwich. Holy god is this delicious. Second pint (metric pint, sadly) of Lowenbrau. My urinating and/or quarreling neighbours have gone back inside. Excellent.
Awesome. It reminds me of when I was 15 and me and the old man went on a month long fishing trip in Manitoba. We drove until the roads ended (I believe the name of the town was Gillam), then we jumped on a float plane and they dropped us off in the bush for 4 days in a place called Rainbow Falls. Spectacular fishing and wildlife. You couldn't cast a line without hauling back a ten pound pike. At least that's what my teenager mind remembers. I do remember them picking us back up, and it was a different pilot. When we inquired on where the last guy was, they said he crashed on landing after dropping us off. Apparently with those pontoons you have to come in hot because the drag from the pontoons is so much that if you don't the plane goes ass over teakettle on landing. It was funny because my dad is a Vietnam vet and watching him shitting himself in the front seat when we were getting close to landing again, was worth the excitement. Capricious youth? Probably. If I'da known better I probably would of shat myself too. But I thought it was better than a roller coaster ride. I wish I still had those picture somewhere. I took about 500, and haven't seen them in years. After we got back we took a train to Churchill and fucked around for a couple of days. Fucking boring. Once you get past the tree line into the tundra it is like traveling through a wet, permafrosty, moss ridden, desert of nothing. So in the spirit of fatherly fatherson. I'm getting drunk and taking the 17 year old step son to a midnight showing of SpaceBalls. Nothing takes me back to my youth like sneaking in a flask and a six pack of beers to the movie theater. The only difference is the Fiance isn't coming so I got no one to fingerboom when I get horny.