Got back from the cruise the day before yesterday, and am just now getting together the energy to post anything about it. Even now, I know that trying to write an LJ post that truly encompasses the sheer awesomosity of this trip is a futile goal, doomed to failure. However, I can give a few perspectives.

I suppose the best thing about this trip was seeing people that I only get a chance to see once a year, roughly. It’s the same reason why I like going to cons and don’t necessarily play as much as simply hang out. A week of spending time with friends was not nearly enough, even if I wanted to get off the boat and go home by the end.

One thing that needs to be said: Slumber Party Room Lives! I couldn’t have asked for more considerate, polite, and, most importantly, fun stateroom mates. We laughed, we cried, we had a great time just hanging out and looking out the port hole some times. Regardless of what we were specifically doing, it was always fun and I’m really happy to have had the opportunity to get closer to all of them. A large portion of my good time was due to those nights making jokes until all hours.

The wedding itself was absolutely beautiful. The minister had one hell of a dirty mind. And the wedding coordinator. Does anybody know if it’s a Jamaican cultural thing that sex is far more widely accepted and talked about than in America? Lana looked amazing and Jake was so remarkably happy to be there. Despite the various trip-ups, the ad hoc planning, and the fact that none of us really knew what to do, it went off really well. The reception was nice, food was wonderful (which was par for the course on the ship), music was beautiful, and the guests were delightful. I wish I wasn’t so worn out by the end of it.

My can-do spirit and obsession with physical activity led me to an injury, but nothing serious. I’d been having a blast on the rock wall and surfing machine all week long. On the last day I pulled a muscle in my shoulder doing the rock wall, but figured that I would be ok to do a little surfing. And then I wiped out (after doing pretty well, I might add) and landed on the self-same shoulder. It’s mostly better now, still a little stiff, but it made sleeping in that bunk bed hell. The stubborn part of me refused an offer of a lower bed, which I realize now was stupid, but so it goes.

On that note, it was totally worthwhile. The Flowrider (their surfing pool) was incredible. I had such a blast just riding the consistent fake wave, learning how to keep my balance, and becoming more adept at the minor adjustments that you have to make to keep the board straight. For those curious, I was near the front when I hurt myself and fell roughly on the left arm of the anchor ( I also found out that they have one here in Orlando, so I need to save and buy one of the packages to make it worth while.

Meals were incredible throughout. I was so impressed both by their presentation and flavor, but portion size is what really got me. They managed their portions so precisely that I was able to have an appetizer, main course, and dessert and feel just ideally full every night. It was quite brilliant, really. I picked up a copy of their cookbook because I’m a cooking geek, and can’t wait to dive into making some of their stuff. Even the lunch buffet stuff was pretty impressive. I didn’t do any of the restaurants that you had to pay extra for, but I heard they were incredible in their own right as well.

I got used to telling people what to do and expecting it done. I knew that if I asked Carlo in the Connoisseur’s Club for something, he’d bring it quickly and with a smile. Our server, Shirene, was on the ball the whole time. Every evening she’d ask me what sort of wine I’d like, go over the menu with me and make recommendations, bring anything I asked, again with a smile. I tried to be polite the whole time, but with the air of a person who is comfortable being waited on. It was a nice change.

And oh, the pretty people. I really couldn’t help myself with the flirting. Everybody was so nice, and willing to talk and make contact. What wasn’t to love? Still regret that I went to my room to shower rather than staying in the elevator to flirt with the person I’ll forever refer to as “Hot Irish Chick,” but I suppose you live and learn. I now know that no matter how late to dinner I’ll be, when a girl in an elevator starts hitting on you and smiling in that way that Celtic folk songs talk about, you don’t leave the friggin’ elevator.

I already miss many of my friends, but that’s to be expected. It was so amazingly wonderful to see Lady Nicole yesterday. We stood in the doorway kissing and holding one another for I don’t know how long. I missed Her, I missed being held by Her, I missed touching, feeling, and being near Her. It felt really…right just to be in the same room, let alone the same bed, with Her again. For all the good time I had, it was almost like breathing again to be with M’lady after a week of no contact.

That covers most of things. I’m going to get ready for an interview at noon today at a tutoring place, then likely practice my guitar and relax during the day today, possibly even get some lessons made up for Kushal and Ashlee. It was nice, really nice, but this is my home and I’m happy to be back in it.