Cruise- Part 3

Sorry this is a bit belated... that's what happens when you put a whole 1.5 days between your two big summer vacations.  Speaking of, a post of that is yet to come.


I have one thing that I feel I should address.  I realized this after the last post, and later Chelsea asked about it.  I kinda just threw "Dave's" name out there in the middle of the second post.  Dave was with us the whole time, he's Snell's boyfriend, I just didn't have many pictures of him because he did all the picture taking.  And by the time he did make my blog, I forgot I hadn't introduced him.  


My sincere apologies for the confusion.


I am going to keep this as short as is humanly possible for me, there isn't much more to report about with the cruise.  Just this one "event"...


See, it all started when the whole time on the cruise we kept seeing one cruise captain in particular that was just the hottest guy I've seen since the beach volleyball scene of Top Gun.


(Seriously, he looked just like those guys with his uniform on and wearing his aviators. SO. HOT.)


(And I realize in the beach volleyball scene they weren't wearing shirts and therefore definitely not wearing uniforms, but you get my point.)


The last night of the cruise we went to the dance club.  And if I can interject here, I got some of the best people watching of my life in that dance club.  We are talking whole other posts I COULD make about Grandma's dancing to new rap group dances (what do you call those?) that I wasn't even aware existed, a Texas Tech football player doing SCANDALOUS dancing with women, and this girl, who brought her own microphone to sing into while she danced!  



I know the video is hard to see, but if you can see she has the microphone, that's all you need.


(Oh, and because I found this fitting, we found her "sick" in the bathroom later that night.  Shocking.)


Back to the point, Hotty McTop Gunny was in the dance club.  But literally every second he was in there he had women hanging off him.  All we wanted was a picture with him, not to sit there and schmooze it up with him.  But I also didn't want to interrupt the other ladies schmoozing.  And when Homann would get the courage to interrupt, I would chicken out.  And when I would get the courage, she would chicken out.  


At one point he left and we thought our opportunity had passed, then he returned but went immediately to the far back corner and his body language looked all "please leave me alone since I am in the back corner hiding with my captain friends."  


So we didn't bother him.


Unless our staring bothered him.  


Eventually, even that go old to us and we decided it was time to call it a night and go to bed.


But because we were used to our five meals a day (sick that we ate that much, I know), we left the club and went straight to the buffet instead of our beds.


And straight would actually be the wrong word for it.  Because for the life of Homann and myself, we could never figure out the layout of the ship and therefore never knew the quickest way to get anywhere.  


(Actually, we considered it quite good of ourselves if we took less than three elevator rides/stairs and only changed direction once when going to a place.)


So we took the long way, but Hotty, being all captain-like and familiar with the ship, found a MUCH shorter path to just the point we were crossing on the way to our late night grub.  


And Homann said that without any hesitation on my part I had whipped my camera out, turned it on and was ready for this "fate" picture.


Y'all, let me give you the setting here. 


(Which you are probably wondering what I was doing until now, if this is just NOW the setting.  But it all was, it's just this is the setting after my adrenaline set in.)


First off, I froze up and became incapable of talking.  


Luckily, I had told Homann in the club that that was what would happen to me if we did go talk to him.  


But she kinda froze up and all she could say was, "We think you are the hottest seamen on this ship and we want a picture of you."  


(Which the word "seamen" came to her mind because we made no less than 1,000 "seamen" jokes while on the ship and about this guy.)


He responded that he would in an accent, to which Homann then asked, "So where are you from?"


"Italy."


Oh, hot Italian, yum!


And then we looked for someone to take a picture, luckily there was an older couple out on the Lido deck smoking their cigarettes right next to us.  I went up to them and I said, "you will take our picture."


There was no asking, mind you, no "please could you" or "would you mind."  It was "YOU WILL take our picture."


To which I then ran back to get in the arms of the gorgeous seamen (I had to throw that in), and that's when this happened:





DEAR LORD, I LEFT MY CAMERA ON RECORD FROM ALL THE STALKING I WAS DOING IN THE CLUB!!!


MOST. EMBARRASSING. MOMENT. OF. MY. LIFE.


(Remember to factor in that I haven't actually said a single word to this man, but yet, I am taking a VIDEO of him now.)


So then, after I yanked the camera out of the ladies hands (and I hope you notice there were no apologies given to the sweet old lady), I handed it back in the correct mode and we took our official picture with Hotty McTop Gunny:

And then Homann and I got our cameras and I am pretty sure we just walked away.  I don't think Hotty or old lady got a thank you or goodbye.  We later went back to find the old lady and thank her, but she was no longer there.  


But right afterwards, we proceeded to go eat our fifth meal of the day while giggling it up the whole time.  I am telling you, the only people in the cafe at that time were middle school aged (that happens to be the age we teach) and we were WAY more ridiculous acting than them with our giggling and excitement.  


Luckily, for Dave and Snell's sake, we ran into them later in the cafe, because we had every intention of waking them up and telling them the story right then.


After we ate, of course.


Homann and I agreed, between the snorkeling and Hotty McTop Gunny, the cruise was TOTALLY worth it!!!