I’m currently enjoying free Internet and an ice cold Bud Light in the most awesome bar ever on the island where I’ll someday live– Grand Cayman.  We swam in the ocean this morning, the water was actually warm, we have to get on the ship earlier than expected because a storm is coming.

The cruise has been pretty great so far– quite relaxing, great food, I brought earplugs so sharing a room with my brother hasn’t been as bad as expected, room service is free, I learned some German with Rosetta Stone, there are amazingly good-looking foreigners everywhere.  Ben has been my pseudo-wingman, by far the best quote so far is him turning around while exploring the ship and informing that “You just totally got eye-fucked be some Eurotrash.”  I am so flattered.

New Year’s Eve was bitter sweet– I would have given my left nut (Ben informs me I should adopt the phrase “my left ovary”) to be in IC with my friends, I literally physically hurt at time with how much I miss NPH, but the ship’s festivities were fabulous as well.  Lots of drinking.  We have our personal bartender, his name is Michael.  I’m quite certain if I asked him to kill a man for me, he’d do it no questions asked, as long as I slipped him a twenty after.

Jamaica was quite scary.  But I climbed a waterfall BOO-YAH.  Oh and about twenty guys offered to sell us coke and/or weed. Um, YES PLEASE?!  (Haha T-Bone, I’m kidding… kinda.)