So I embraced the chaos, enjoyed experiencing a kid-friendly megaship through my son, went with the flow, but also drank heavily (lol), made numerous new friends from all over the country and world, gained 10 pounds from buffet cake alone, met Guy Fieri and had to explain to him that I don’t have a favorite Guy’s Burger because I’m a vegetarian (true story – how embarrassing!), spent 24 hours getting barfed on in an inside cabin, went down the red waterslide over 100 times in one day (which may have contributed to the barfing – or maybe it was the near total lack of hand washing/sanitizing in the buffet area – gross Carnival, do better!), watched the sun rise and set at sea (nothing I love more!), watched movies under the stars snuggled up with my guy (sadly not Fieri, after offending him), spent my annual income from this blog on the Sky Zone (which was worth every penny for an hour of supervised childcare and the chance for my son to jump off some energy so he’d actually curl up to watch a movie with me), and had an overall magnificent time! My mother/son cruise onboard the Panorama can be summarized as follows: While only 1 of the 1,000+ kids onboard was mine, I lost the right to complain about children the moment my 9-year-old crossed the threshold.
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