Listen to the Beat

Guess whose back?..Back again...Megan's back!...Tell a friend...

Yeah so I'm back from my lovely 7-day cruise into the southern caribbean, on your first week of school!!,but yeah I'm happy to report that I actually have a skin tone now! I've gone from white to fair.No but really I actually went to the beach,in a bathing suit not any combination of bathing suit and short or bathing suit and oversized tee (Oprah-*raises hands in air like she just don't care (gah I think Simeon's gotten to me)*), and I recieved a lovely sunburn on my left shoulder and otherwise a little bit of a tan. Though compared to my so brown she could be mistaken for a peice of Hershey's chocolate sister...nothing happened.

Day 0- I wake the world up at 2 in the morning so we can get to Newark Airport by 4, Have a bit of a breakfast and make our plane. We leave AT 4. Happy Birthday Oma's were sung in the car on the way to the airport (along with a collection of other songs sung by yours truely) as my mother muttered about how loud I was being this early in the morning. Yeah but la dee da...if you've been on one plane, you've been on them all so I'm not going to start whining about those. We arrived in San Juan, Puerto Rico and it is nothing like Joanglie(I still can't spell her name and I knew her nearly 4 years) described it to be...it was a dump. Maybe just because I was in the city but damn it wasn't pretty at all. I hop on a bus with my 49 lbs. suitcase and proceed to the cruise ship with Oma in the front going on about how she'd already been to San Juan many times before and Lauren next to me (window seat) accusing me of staring at her if I looked out the window to admire this "tourist spot"...Onto the shippee we go and wander around, gasp that we ended up with one of those big suite like room (with 2 bedrooms,a living space and a big bathroom) when we only booked the cruise 4 weeks ago then we go to dinner around 6. Our waiter Nateesh was cool, He's from India so part of be was wishing my mother had come on the trip so she could get over her "grr-India in America=BAD BAD BAD BAD"-ness. But then again, I was glad she wasn't there or I'd have to be bickering with her the whole time because she'd be such a jerk about how most of the people on the islands are black. But no she's not a racist or anything. Daniel (the south african (they have the coolest accents) assistant waiter (who was white because I didn't think some would realise that on their own) with emo glasses and skater boy like hair. ) and various other waiters, along with Nateesh, sang happy birthday to Oma.

Day 1- A day at sea+ hurricane winds= Misery..Oh sweet misery. Though many were persistant in their efforts to tan. Other than that...nothing happened.

Day 2- Welcome to Barabados. The worst place to shop in the whole of the caribbean. Though Lauren and I got these nifty dresses from this boutique. We each silently thanked god or whoever that there was a shop that had something other than floral sundresses and tourist wear.

Day 3- St Lucia. We took a bus and it gave us a tour around the whole of the island dropped us off at this place to get a creole lunch. It was good but when they cook chicken, I wish they'd either leave it on the damn bone or take the bones out of the damn dish,then we got on a boat (it has another name but I'm not going to try and spell it) which let us all get out and swim for a bit. Of course I'm only in the water for 3 minutes when I get stung by something and my wrist begins to red and swell. The boat guy said it was a jellyfish and it was non-toxic and he dumped orange juice on it. (I thought you were supposed to be on it but I'd rather the orange juice) But when I sat down. No way in hell was I going back in there. This woman who was a doctor took a look and told me it wasn't a jellyfish, it was a sea lice and they were kinda toxic but I only had about 8 stings around my wrist...had I gotten more then I'd have to go get some doctor assistance, so the worst I could do was get sea sick. (Luckily that didn't happen) and I think I better clarify before I hear the *snorts* . Sea lice at like this long pink thing about the size of a pencil but they're so skinny that it's hard to see them. So it wasn't like I wasn't looking where I was swimming, this thing was an ass and just wouldn't get out of my way...Think a New Yorker trying to catch a plane at JFK when we can't find a damn place to park his Toyota.

Day 4-Antigua. Went to the beach, no animal attacks. Fun in the Sun.

Day 5-St. Maarten. I love this place. If I ever decide to leave the US. Then this is where you can find me. The beaches are so white and clean and then the water is amazingly clear. It was probably my favorite day out of the whole cruise. We ate lunch at this one place and it ended up being 53 dollars. gah pricey. Then this singing guy started telling Oma that she was a hot and young grandma. She was all smiles and giggles. And she claims the red in her face was from the sun...but I say she was blushing.

Day 6- St. Thomas. We knew about the terrorists but getting off the boat was such a bitch to get into this US territory. I had to get immgrated that morning. Woke me up at 7 a.m. pfft no...I'll stay in bed and pledge my nationality to those who wish to sleep in on vacation. grr. It only took us like 5 seconds but I was a grumpy git til I got myself some breakfast potatos. mmmm I miss those right now at 9:34 in the morning. We went to Magen's Bay here. I got my picture next to the sign obviously. But since there were 2 other cruise ships there that day...the place was packed. and there were loads of fishies. Megan likes St. Maarten (Dutch side...didn't see the French one) better.

Day 7- GOing home. BAck to San Juan and we stood in a line to get TO security for 4 hours!!!!!!! Then people were inventing their own lines and shoving their way in...about like 3 hours into our time...the police blocked the inventors routes. Everyone in the main line was cheering but now I was getting pushed by people trying to cut me and I'm not going to allow that so I begin screaming at this one couple about how I was probably more impatient than them and I didn't care if they had a flight to catch, They weren't getting past me. THough it wasn't a big deal because everyone else is yelling. We met a South African couple standing behind us and I think that I'll live in either St. Maarten or South Africa. (Oh yeah and when Oma was getting checked out by the TSA because of her metal knee, by now we had 15 minutes to get to the terminal, I was yelling that it was only her knee and she didn't need to feel her anywhere else...never do that though...makes them take longer...treat your TSA like they are a god...or better) Though I've not actualy seen South Africa but the people described it wonderfully. Like an Austraila but less. Then when got on our flight (I finally saw Over the Hedge) and arrived in Atlanta. And because I don't like Blimpie, I can't stand hot dogs or those pretzels...I'm considered as being moody because I couldn't get McDonalds. GAHH! I wasn't being moody! my other options were shit! So I didn't eat all day and I nearly kissed the ground in Newark. Home Sweet Hell.

There is so much I left out. But this blog entry would be so fucking huge otherwise.

So

Sidenotes- The production shows sucked. All the singers were overweight and in these tight costumes and the dancers were in dominatrix like apparell. The cruise director, Simeon, was nifty. The captian was scary. I got a lovely Chanel bag that I am in love with at the moment. Lauren and I fought a lot over misunderstandings. We got yelled at that we correct people too much. (God forbid we try and help you so you don't make the mistake again). At dinner we sat with a retired FBI agent his wife and their granddaughter that they adopted because her mum was a screw up. A secret service lady and her hubby who worked for the food people and their two kids who were Elena and Chase's age.
Megan is sleepy but is going to read the past blogs that I've missed.

Pictures come whenever I decide to try and unpack my suitcase.