Because of the Unicorn Fist Bump

Our last day on the boat. While we were sad that our glorious days of relaxation were coming to an end, we were ready to get back to Daphne and home. Well, I was ready to get back to Daphne, anyway. And we figured it was time to return to reality.

We did as little as possible on our last day on the boat. We lounged, slept, ate, watched bad movies, and wandered around the boat trying to find a place to be both outside and warm. Once again, it was a windy, chilly day, so sitting outside in a bathing suit wasn’t really the best of options. We did spend a bit of time on the deck reading in our regular clothes, though, adding to the relaxation factor. As we wandered around Deck 9, we saw the bars that we had passed by many times on the trip. They had decorative unicorns on the front of them with their hooves raised to each other. I looked at them, looked at Alec, and said, "Those unicorns look like they're fist bumping." He looked at me, shook his head, and said, "I'll never be able to look at them the same way."

Of course, we hit the 5 p.m. sushi bar, as we had pretty much every night. Alec had found the sushi early in the trip and used it as an appetizer for dinner, since we were signed up for the 8 p.m. seating for dinner. It was a smart idea, and tasty, too. Of course, we also had a tendency to wash the sushi down with some ice cream from the machine on Deck 9. Hey, we were on vacation. On a cruise ship. We had to take advantage.


After sushi, we hung out in the casino a bit, Alec called a dealer a cheater*, we lost, and we left the casino and headed to dinner. Our waiters had been dancing and singing for us each evening, so we waited with baited breath to see what they would do this evening. Unfortunately, the second night they did some Flo Rida, so it was pretty much all downhill from there. What tops “Apple Bottom Jeans” sung with an Asian accent? Anyway, they serenaded us with “Leavin’ on a Jet Plane” tonight, which was very apropos. Excellent job, Kamal.

Our tablemates, one couple from Maryland, one couple from Jersey, and us. Had some fun conversations and no lulls or awkwardness. What more can you ask for?

And then we got this strange little guy as our last towel animal. We’re still not sure what he is. Prairie dog? Upright worm? Really not sure. Suggestions would be appreciated and sincerely chuckled at.

We walked around the boat that night, taking in our last night on a giant floating town, sat and listened to a pretty good acoustic guitarist in one of the bars playing all kinds of covers, I drank the best mojito EVER, and then we packed it in. And packed it up—you have to pack your bags the night before so they can unload them before you get off the boat. That was a bit weird, but it sure makes unloading in the morning easier! The next day-Tampa Bay History Center and then home sweet home!


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