I spent a lot of time alone due to the girls wanting to spend their time with new found friends which led me to some observations I recorded:
Eavesdropping on conversations between family members at neighboring tables makes me so happy to be by myself.
I never thought a Singles Mixer would mean I'd be the single attendee.
Day 3 of the cruise and I'm contemplating an obscenely early bedtime.
Taking a ship that leaves out of a New York Port means you end up with passengers who are a combination of the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond and Jersey Shore.
And on the 5th day, my liver rested.
Norwegian Cruise Lines: Because Filipino Cruise Lines just didn't have the same ring.
If the gift shop sold 50 Shades of Grey, not only would they make a bundle of money but the attendance at the singles mixers would increase.
There is nothing quite as obnoxious as a stranger showing off his supposed knowledge of tequila.
Martinis and I are back to not being on speaking terms.
I should be flattered that my teenager steals my clothing but I'm annoyed and mostly because she looks better than I do in them.
Who knew the most fun I'd have all week would be with a married couple from Nottingham, England.
By the end of the cruise, a single cruiser tires of being asked by waitstaff, "just one?" or "are you waiting for one more member of your party?"
Not only is the mojito the greatest drink ever invented but it's also the best to drink right after you've brushed your teeth. Minty goodness all around!
I wonder if there's a 12-step program for children who've acquired a habit of eating soft serve ice cream every ten minutes.
The smell of sausage on the grill is pushing my vegetarian convictions to their limit.
I'd like one more week, please.
