12:25 P.M.
Sunday April 25, 2004
Day 3
I woke up bright and early today and hit the breakfast bar before gathering my stuff together to head to half moon key.
I stood in a long line at the breakfast buffet and ordered eggs and pancakes. I waited for about 5 minutes for the chef to fully prepare my meal and he handed it over the glass window. He held the plate at a slant and my eggs slipped right off the plate and onto the floor. The chef chuckled and offered to make me another egg.
There was a pushy old woman behind me. She had to be older than dirt.
As I was waiting there for my eggs, the senile old bitch yelled in my face and told me not to cut in line, which pissed off all the old farts that were behind her. I held my ground and tried to explain that the chef had fucked up my eggs, but the lady wasn�t wearing her bell-tone.
When the eggs were ready I took them to the nearest table and ate as fast as I could. I went up to my room to grab a towel and my camera so I could take some pictures of the island.
There was a long line as I approached the Queen�s lounge to get my pass to board a shuttle to the beach.
The shuttle took a group of us on a bumpy 20 minutes ride to the island. I sat in front and scanned the crowd of people on the boat to try to identify anyone that was in my group. The only familiar face I recognized was the bitchy �EGG LADY� who had yelled at me at the breakfast bar. I only noticed her because she was pointing at me with a sour face while saying something snotty to her husband with an anchor tattoo on his arm.
When we arrived to the beach I walked as fast as I could around the large group of senior citizens.
I threw my stuff onto a chair and walked out to the water to cool off a bit.
A waiter wearing spandex walked up to me and asked me a question but his thick French accent made it hard to understand what he was trying to ask me. He pulled me close to him and smiled at a lady holding a camera.
Oh, I get it. He wants to take a picture with me.
We smiled for the camera and then walked back to my stuff that was on the beach.
There were so many things I could have been doing today but I was on a beach in the Caribbean. I smiled as I put on my headphones and listened to Usher as he sand, �Let It Burn.�
I played with the CD player for a bit until I could figure out how to keep the song on repeat. Once I had the song repeating I laid back down and relaxed in the sun for a while. After I had been lying out for a while something blocked my sun and commanded my attention. I could hear voices that appeared to come closer and closer to my chair. I opened my eyes to see Ki-Ki standing over me trying to get my attention. I acted like I didn�t see him because I didn�t know what to say to him.
Eventually he walked off and I walked up to the hot dog stand to get some lunch. The hot dog was great and it was exactly what I was craving.
The scenery was great and only got better when I caught eye of Ki-Ki and Jo-Jo walking in my direction. They said that our group was sitting on the north side of the beach, and they asked me to join them.
I moved my stuff to their spot and hung out with them for a few hours. They provided the rum punch and good conversation. It was hard to break away from them when it became time to return to the ship.
We went our separate ways back to the boat and I returned to my room to get cleaned up for dinner.
Not only did I have ONE date for dinner, I had TWO!
Ki-Ki and Jo-Jo were my dates for the whole night, right through dinner, to the casino, and then late night at the disco.
We had a blast.
I wouldn't have changed a thing!
There wasn't anything but a potty, and a hot dog stand on the entire island, but the water is pretty.....
