Everyday I'm Shuffling...


Day one we desperately wanted to find people under 50.  Anyone who still has most of of their teeth and isn't retired. Was that too much to ask? We went to the "Generation Next 25-35" Karaoke mixer at Quasar bar.... Needless to say the crowd there was more fond of Sinatra's rendition of "My Way" than mingle with "Generation Next." Maybe we WERE the only "young" people here.
On our way to late night pizza, no judgments please, Jonathan literally yelled and pointed to someone that looked our age group. Jason, room 8199. He had smuggled 48 cans of Budweiser. Finally we had met someone we could hang out with. Not going to lie it was a desperate feeling like a nerdy kid trying to find a date to the prom.
Little by little we started to meet the few jewels in the cruise.
Jack, cruise activity host. Kindred soul.
Natalina, Jason's cousin.
Camille and Aaron, soon moving to LA!
Jenne and Steve, from Colorado Springs. Friends with Camille and Aaron
Then lovely Tina and Becca... from, sorry girls I forgot from where you were from. :/
The Southwest crew. The bold Miro, the elusive Justin, Miro's younger sister and Alyssa

Before we new it we were a little group. A little safe heaven. Having met these guys made the nights so much more fun. We would randevoux over happy hour and share our days doings. Then go crash the lively Karaoke with classical renditions of "Baby got back" "Ice, Ice baby."  The classical stylins' of LMAFO "I'm sexy and I know it" and what eventually became the cruise anthem "Party Rock". DJ Gio would please us as we danced having the entire club to ourselves being everyone was asleep past midnight. We even closed the place a couple times. Reckless, I know...
        Most importantly towards the end it was like once again I was leaving the safety of a familiar place and familiar faces. The last night it really felt like I was just hanging out with my friends, not vacation friends. A familiar feeling I had left behind which I didn't realize I was already missing.

Thank you guys for making those 14 days so memorable.

PS Steve, did the finger ever heal?

Now reality....

Now reality....

Miss you guys!

Miss you guys!