I'm Going to Miami (Part 1)

At one of the most hideous hours in the wee morning of New Year’s Eve, we piled into a car and headed to YVR (thanks Jean!) You see, our Christmas present this year was a little late, but was way sweeter than anything you could have possibly received otherwise. My parents decided (with a bit of prodding) that we should celebrate the holidays together…cruising in the BAHAMAS! (I feel like Oprah saying that.) But first, a cross-america journey which involved a stop in Texas. Yee haw.



As you can probably guess, nothing exciting happened in Texas. Onwards to Miami. Mi-a-mi-a-mi-ami!!

After grabbing the hotel shuttle and dropping our bags off, we ventured out into the Miami’s heat (dah-lay! – Pitbull reference. There are so many song references here. Geeze.) to look for some food. My Papa sometimes likes to poop on a party (also known as a party-pooper) and so he decided to stay back. Too bad, he missed out on some wholly average Cuban food. Olé!



We spent the rest of the evening getting kracie in our bedroom of the suite and arguing about what to watch on TV. We also drank some wine. I was trying to stream the Canucks/Kings game and my sister kept insisting we watch that Dick Clark corpse show. Wahhhh. It kept showing Fergie. I want to ring in my new year with pleasant things, not…that. Well, we eventually made it to bed, which was important because tomorrow is the big sail-away and I wanted to be onboard bright and early.

After munching on some pretty bad breakfast food at the morning buffet, we all loaded into the hotel van and motored on down to the port. I pretty much had ants in my pants, as I always do when I’m waiting to get on a cruise ship, so everyone else in my party seemed too damn slow for me. Eventually, we all made it to the last photo call. Adios Miami!


Did you notice Janelle’s arm caught awkwardly in a wayward bush at the side of photo?



The Carnival Glory is our floating home for the next week. Cue a million (seriously, no less) renditions of Lady Gaga’s “The Edge of Glory” every time I get near a railing or something. It was awesome, trust me.

The first thing you always do when you board a cruise ship is head up to the Lido deck to chow down. The eating begins pretty much the second you walk on the boat. Yay!




Free champagne! There may or may not have been a few of my sisters getting their drank on with these. But I won’t name names to protect the guilty.



Our stateroom was on the Riviera deck and it was pretty much the same as the rest of our cruise staterooms…ever.





The rest of the ship was classic cruise ship…but that doesn’t mean it isn’t awesome. It’s pattern-overload everywhere and fully staffed by foreigners. Let’s explore!




Yeah, I wish that lady would get off the stage too.








The coolest rooms are always the teenager hang-outs.










White Heat – the dance club that is never hopping.



























Once the boat finally pulled away and we were out at sea, it was time for dinner. We had a big table in the aft dining room…and the creepy ghost plates were back.








ZOMG best dessert ever.


Why pay for photos from the gallery when you can take photos of the photos?


Our first towel animal is a dog praying on the bed. Aw.


What a deceiving sign. I didn’t see any Gucci inside the shops. Unless they referring to perfume. I call false advertising. Lame.


Janelle on a camel. This is a pretty normal occurrence.


WINNING!


White Heat again – see?








Deck dance party! Of one.




The first sighting of the ghost showboat!


Gratuitous bathroom shot!

And so we have set sail for Nassau, Bahamas. This should be good…