We awoke bright and early for our shift at the oars the next morning (ok, it was actually just me waking up early, and it was for a conference call...because nothing says vacation like being glued to a phone at the asscrack of dawn at the low low rate of $2.20/minute. Yep...I was that guy...working on vacation)
We'd reserved a lido cabana for the trip, as sort of a compromise for booking a cheap cabin. It was my earnest hope that we could turn it into a poolside gaming haven, but I believe Nick honestly thought it would either go unused, or we'd end up hiding from the other folks up there. It also served as an early morning office for me. Honestly, if I have to work on my vacation, I really can't complain about being able to do it under warm, sunny skies while passing by tropical islands, while my cabana butler brings me coffee and fruit.
(...while on the topic, and lest I forget in future posts, Mykey and Bernard the cabana butlers were too fab. It didn't matter what time of day we were there, or how many people we squeezed in for ice cream, champagne, or chocolate covered strawberries, they brought us whatever we asked for and were always delightful and politely inquisitive about the nature of the cult with which we were sailing...)
Monday was Half Moon Cay day -- neither of us being beachy types (sand, uck!) we decided to stay aboard the ship and chill. Feeling emboldened by our Munchkin success (success = not faceplanting) the previous evening, we wandered down to the game room to see what was afoot. A handful of folks were already set up playing interesting looking things. Not wanting to intrude, and having no idea what the etiquette is for joining a game in progress, we camped an empty table to see if anyone would show up looking to start a new game.
It wasn't long before a couple approached, bag of games in hand, and asked if we were looking to play something. Ten minutes later Nick and I were in the easy company of new friends Maria and Taylor, and learning how to plant, grow, and harvest magical beans out of a deck of cards. "Holy shit" we thought with our Borglike collective mind, "These folks are weird...like us!!"
Just as we started to play, we gained a fifth player...at that point we only knew her as New Friend Tracy, but that would soon change. Beans were cultivated, zombie fast food was prepared, Paulofpaulandstorm magically appeared with lemonade and aloe vera sunburn lotion and suggested that the Chickabunga Conga should be the next order placed. As we were wrapping up for the afternoon, Maria mentioned that they were going to go get dressed for the evening, in anticipation of a busy slate of show, dinner, and Paul F Tompkins Memorial Mustache Formal. We were originally planning to get dressed for the formal after dinner, but Maria's logic made sense, so off to our shoebox we toddled...a suggestion for which I ended up being extremely grateful.
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