The Cruise/Redux - Part 2

Day 1:
Getting ready, hanging out. That's what we did trying to recover from our first night of showing the man that we were going to take every advantage of this God given opportunity. The boys are back. So our other new friends decided to leave Key West about 2:30am and so they arrived at the Port of Miami at about 0500 hours and decided to start calling us to see where the hell we were. "People are getting on the boat" the repeatedly screamed. Well some of us just don't care. We arrived at the port at about 2 or so after being lost a number of times and giving in to call and ask for directions. READ: it was one of the hardest things that this MAN has ever done that is admitting that I didn't know where to go after harassing them about it only hours earlier. Well we all got on the boat, everyone except Mr Austin Nichols and his Wild Turkey. Yes, I was the fall man for our squad. We got over 18 gallons of liquor on board but the pint of Turkey didn't make it. Don't fret though they gave me a receipt and gave it back to me at the end of the cruise. They just didn't want to see me hurt myself; I love and respect Carnival cruise lines. Nathan and I were room leaders since we are the only 25 year olds in our group so we gallantly led our teams through about 20-25 ID, credit card, room key, and paper checks. We are welcomed by a brilliant photo op with a monkey and palm tree background (how this relates I don't know) and then realize that the decor of the Fascination is to die for. I mean this place looks like Donald Trump decorated it in 1983. Bronze and neon everywhere. Made it down to the room and looked around and felt that I was somehow lost in a closet. No but for real dogg the place was very, shall we say, cozy. So back deckside we made our first walkabout and let the drinking begin. I mean it is vacation after all. Nothing exciting happened until we found Charlie Korsmo a real super star in everyones eyes. At this point it gets fuzzy. I remember having some serious guy talk on the aft deck smoking some cubans. I remember making about $500 at the roulette table and then drinking a tall glass of nearly straight gin. And i remember afterward grassy and i went back to lost 1/4 of our earnings each. C'est la vie.