It was raining and foggy the whole freakin trip. All they did was blow the freakin fog horn. You know how romantic that sounds when it is off in the distance and you are sitting on your porch having some wine and looking at fog.
Well when you walking in front of the horn when it goes off it scares the shit out of you. It sounds like a fat guy farting on St Patricks day.
They put the World Cup on the big screen on the ship as we sailed back to New York. No one was in the pool because it was freezing. So they watched the World Cup and drank.
And blew the freakin fog horn.
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What I get from these post-trip posts is that you are rested and relaxed. That's a good thing. Glad that your trip went well.
Thanks. I am allways relaxed. But the wife needed the break a lot more than I did.
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