and brought to you by the letter w, as in washing machine. as in every fucking one on this ship seems to be in disrepair. i've bought new underwear and socks because it's so hard to find a machine that works.
o.k., maybe i bought the underwear because i have a fetish. sue me.
nonetheless, i have three loads of laundry to wash and it took me almost an hour to find a laundrette that has more than one washer in good repair. each room has two or three washers as well as dryers... however, some of the doors are off or one may not have a spin cycle... it's crazy. all these hoodlums on the ship tear shit up like it's theirs and they're the only ones without.
guess what? they're not. and i'm mad!
anyway... i have to kill forty-five minutes while the load washes then i'll be back to pass time while they dry.
i guess i'm going back to work tomorrow. my boss saw me tonight and told me to come back when i felt like it. oh really? well, let's say next week sometime. i get paid eight hours regardless...
actually, i'll probably still have to be awake when i have to go up to ocean drive. friday is one of my favorite days because we're out at sea all day, thus being busy.
oh! i found out earlier that i have the most bar mentions again for last weeks cruise, which means another free shore excursion! go me. i have to decide what i'm going to do. it'll certainly be something fun. maybe snorkeling. four wheeling. something fun.
and i found out i'll be in mardi gras, which is the actual night club on the ship and probably the best place to make money. let's hope so. i can use it, especially with the dental bill i'm sure will come all-too-quickly.
hmmm... wendell called earlier and said he and yonnathan went to burkhart's tonight. made me wish i was there. if you thought i was a bar fly before, wait until i get home. there is no place in hawaii that i've found compares to anything in atlanta.
in fact, most of the bars here (at least the ones close to port) seem more like waycross or sale city: full of white trash. bar fights. big trucks missing only the rebel flag. fat, ugly women wearing clothes way-too-tight and men who love 'em. ugh.
on to better things, though. with my being in mardi gras, i won't be working until around eight at night so you know what that means -- i'll be hitting the beach every day! i'll be tan and a surfing pro before you know it.
you know that i've been gone since halloween? more than two months. just under four to go. weird.
anderson cooper is hosting new years on cnn again. i can't believe how big he's gotten. good for him, though. i need to find his card and e-mail/call him.
i told you this would be random. you're the fool who is still reading.
on that note, haha. aloha.
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