Years and years ago, Davez parents “won” a free cruise for themselves and their closet 10 relatives. God bless them. And us, as well, I guess, for we qualified as close, and got to go. Well, if it’s too good to be true, it usually is, our “free’ cruise still cost a ton of money, but we all went, and we all had a lovely time.
OK, that’s not true, both Davez and I got the Norwalk Virus 2 days out from Galveston, and with a ship full of canadians and ten gallon hats, it was one of the most gross weeks of our lives. I wouldn’t wish that viral unload on Bin Laden. For real, ya’ll.
But there was one funny moment of the trip (ok, our kanook table mates were a silly mess too) where my dear sister in law and I sat on the edge of the ship as we prepared to leave the port of Key West. Many a passenger had spent the day drinking their shore trip money away at Margaritaville, and watching them rush back to the ship before we left was a hoot and a half, that’s what that was.
One of my favorite moments was when a large group of good ‘ol kids from Texas were rushing back. The ship had sounded it’s horn, and I bet they were moments from pulling in the ropes. They were 6 wide and 10 deep and running for the gang plank. Then, as if someone had pressed the SLO MO button on the remote, the 1st one tripped. The second one fell. The 4th one got out of the way, but the 5th one couldn’t react in time and her purse tripped the 8th one.
The whole entire gaggle went down. 10 gallon hats combined with margs made well over 100 gallons of mess.
It was as if time stopped, the group laid on the tarmack trying to figure out what happened.
Then, as quickly as they all fell, number two got up. She brushed off her knees (not her 1st time) and fluffed her hair back out.
She stood proud, looked around, and stated loud enough for us Lido deck gawkers to hear…
“Do NOT mess with Texas, people. “
