Why I'll Never Take a Cruise

Four Inch Heels

A Long, Steep Staircase

About Three Greyhounds (the drink people, I'm not talking about the dog)

On a boat. Er, dinner cruise.

I can't tell you how bad I almost bit it when I had to trek down those stairs to use the loo at one point. Who puts a bathroom on a boat down stairs? Next to the engines? I'm just glad I don't have some sort issue regarding noise distractions and such. It was bad enough swaying while I peed.

And the ice? The black water? You know what one word I kept thinking about all night long. Throw in some severely armed Coast Guard guys because God only knows what a few engineers might get up to once they set sail on the Potomac and it was an interesting night.

I'm still trying to acclimate myself to the frickin' freezing temps on the East Coast, get some sleep and get my life back in order after my jaunt out to the SFO area. Then BAM! my data comes back from a little test I took and I can't help but spend time reading up on a favorite subject of mine. Me. Heh.